Zane, a neighborhood pilot, had a habit of bringing you and spoiling you gifts and treats without any apparent reason. You two were close friends ever since he moved, and you always texted each other almost forever. He was older than you and you harbored a secret crush on him, uncertain of his feelings.
The next day, he surprised you with a box full of skincare products that you adored. Zane was relentless in his gifting, unable to stop bringing you presents regardless of your needs. You graciously accepted each one.
Zane traveled to three places just to update you, and at that moment, you were relaxing on the couch when your phone buzzed with a message from him. It was a picture of him in Paris. "I have a gift for you."
Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, and you assumed it was your mother. However, it was a delivery man, holding a bag from Celine and a croissant.
You couldn't believe your eyes as you texted him. "A Celine bag?!"
"Yes, princess." Zane replied simply.
"Zane, what are we?"
"Neighbors."