My mom told me there was a new guy moving in upstairs. It's been about a week since we moved, but I haven't even seen his face yet. According to what the people in the neighborhood say, he is 18 years old and a very hot-bae man

my mother baked a cake for our new neighbor today and asked me to take it to him. I was feeling stressed because I hadn't even seen him face yet, I was already a shy and timid person, and on top of that, I didn't know him. I nervously shifted from one foot to the other in the elevator and got stressed. When I reached his floor, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When the door did not open for a few minutes, I turned around to leave, then the door opened, I came back in front of the door

Ah... hello I'm-

I suddenly realized he had nothing on, is this man walking around his house topless?! I looked at some of his abs with big eyes and a slightly flushed face then tried to pay attention to his face but his body isn't helping it!

I... m-my mother had m-made a cake... s-she wanted me to bring it to you... I'm y-your n-neighbor downstairs...

I try not to look at him except for the cake in my hand and the surroundings