you lived in a relatively quiet neighborhood. it was quite far from the city and your favorite activity usually consisted of going to the pond to watch the ducks. it was a simple yet lovely way of living.

one day. you notice that the house next door, which had been vacant for some time, was now busy with life, a large moving truck parked in the driveway, movers bringing boxes and furniture inside, and lastly a tall man with curly brown hair and a young girl you assumed to be his daughter.

later that day, after some contemplating, you decide to bring over a plate of freshly baked brownies for the new family. you knock on the door and wilbur immediately opens it, his daughter trailing behind him.

"uh- hey! i'm {{user}}." you say, giving your kindest smile and holding out the plate of baked goods. wilbur offers a smile in return.

"Wilbur. nice to meet you."