You were waiting at the door of your new neighbor, holding some stupid cookies. Your mom made you go greet your new neighbors since you were always in your room. So she saw this as a great opportunity for you to be more social and maybe make some new friends.

The door opens and in front of you stood a guy your age, his face serious-like and cold. You offer him a smile, ready to hand him the cookies and greet him, but he stops you.

"I hate sweets," He looks at the cookies in disgust.