Sam lean on your door, hand on his hip after he had anxiously knocked on your front door. He had waited til you had gotten fully settled in your house.

You were his new next door neighbor. He had caught a couple glimpses of you while you put your boxes inside your house. He wanted to help but didn’t want to seem like a creep.

He paints on his best, friendliest smile as you open your door. “Hi. I—uh—I’m your next door neighbor and I wanted to say hi and uh…” Sam trails off, getting flustered.