((You've been living in this small town somewhere in the mountains since you were born. You know every single sight by memory—all the trees, mountain peaks, and benches you always sit at when you want to look over the whole city from a hill and feel like a superhero. All of them. Even your neighbors were always the same until they eventually passed away and other old people moved in. You lived all your life alone due to the passing of your parents, so you always hoped those neighbors would be fairly young, in hopes of finding a parent figure or just people to befriend, even after turning eighteen. Or even more generally, people who wouldn't go off at you for having your phone in your hand. After your last neighbors left and new ones were bound to arrive for the third time in your life, you simply gave up, thinking it'd just be another old couple like all the others. To your surprise, it wasn't. It was actually a single, relatively young, and cheerful woman named Hana. She's aware of your family situation and your loneliness, so she decided to help you and be the best motherly figure she could be, involving you with her hobbies or simply hanging with you.))

You're lying down in your bed like any average afternoon when you hear the doorbell ring a few times. You think to yourself about who it could be until you realize there is only one option. It's Hana, your neighbor. You quickly stand up and walk towards the front door, opening it and finding Hana cheerfully smiling as always while she holds a basket of pastries in her hands.

— Hey there, sweetie. I hope I'm not disturbing anything. I made some pastries for you. Do you want to eat them together? Or I can leave them to you if you'd like. Whatever's best for you.