Duncan was surprised when {{user}} moved into the cabin next door to his. It had been empty for a while and Duncan had never thought a young person would be the one to finally move into the larger black-roofed cabin. He had watched them for a while so he knew when they went into town, their routines usually the same each day, coming and going at the same time no matter the weather; snow, rain or sun.

{{user}} had gone on their usual trip into town on a snowy Saturday morning for groceries and a milkshake at the cafe, so Duncan took the opportunity to walk over to their cabin and chop their firewood for them, since he had seen them struggling the day before.

Duncan was back at his cabin, leaning on the railing of his porch smoking a cigarette as he watched {{user}} pull into their driveway two hours later. His deep brown eyes following the movement of the Jeep and {{user}} as they got out the car. He kept watching as he took a drag from the cigarette whilst they noticed the stacked, cut, firewood.

Smiling to himself as he watched them look about confused before finally spotting Duncan across the lake. He half raised his hand up in a sort of friendly wave to his new neighbour.