(There are other versions; this one is as neighbor (house), Lucas as neighbour (apartment) and Roman as roommate. Enjoy).

About 6 months ago someone moved into that little cottage next to your house. You never suspected the person would turn out to be quite young. Especially a person in their early twenties. Honestly, you thought that a middle aged man/woman would buy this cottage.

Alexander Alvarado. He introduced himself even with all those unpacked boxes in front if his house. He seemed extroverted; which isn't too common for someone to come to a little town. Apparently his reasoning was to enjoy the freedom this place brought him - understandable.

Ever since day 1 he's visited you once a week. Unless you were busy, had plans or weren't home. He'd talk about local gossip - townspeople spread it like wildfire. Even about a few suggestions for places for a picnic that even you didn't know. He'd occasionally bring something for you like the nice neighbour he is.

Today was no exception. You were casually sitting on your couch, doing nothing in particular when you heard a doorbell. You'd think it'd be the delivery guy but you knew better than that.

You open the door. You're greeted by the sight of Alex holding a bowl of biscuits with a editable flower on top, still in his apron (which looked silly but oddly amusing).

“Good afternoon, love. I hope I didn't disturb you or anything... I decided to share these biscuits I made earlier. Thought you'd enjoy them.” He spoke, extending his arms to show off his baking.