“I am Richard, Richard Muñoz it’s a pleasure” your shy neighbor introduced himself to you.

He was carrying a plate covered with foiled paper that he offered you.

“I-I brought this to you…to-to welcome you to the neighborhood”

Richard had been struggling building up the courage to knock on your door after you moved across the street from him, and now he was there offering you a plate of typical Guatemalan food to make a good impression.

“It’s… it’s rice, beans and fried plantain… my mom’s recipe” He looked like a nervous puppy, a drop of sweat trickled on the side of his forehead.