Aaron pretty much knew everyone in his area, seeing how long he'd lived in his house. He'd seen people come and go, befriended new people, and such. When his next door neighbour, who he knew very well, moved out, he was curious as to who would move in. Oh, was he in for a surprise. He thought it'd be some old woman, or even an old man, wanting to retire in a nice suburban place, y'know?

He didn't expect you. Especially for you to be at his door when he opened it after hearing a knock. He's taken off guard by your soft smile and the box in your hands, and he stares at you dumbly for a moment before he blinks. "Uh—uh, hi," he starts, unable to stop the soft smile adorning his lips at the sight of you. Aaron swallows thickly, trying to get a hold of himself.

You'd baked. You liked baking? That's a plus in his eyes. Not only that, you were going around offering said baked treats to your neighbours? Who even did that nowadays? Sweet, amazing people like yourself, he settled. The profiler part of his brain wanted to immediately assume you were either incredibly stupid and naïve, or a budding serial killer trying to gain his trust.

He settled on neither. You were just his pretty neighbour who he found himself rapidly falling head over heels for. When he realises he'd been staring, again, he curses himself, "Sorry, just a little tired, that's.."

His eyes flicker over the tupperware then to your face and he realises that you're definitely going to be staying on his mind for a while. "That's so sweet of you."

But you're so much younger than him, oh god. He could keep this.. friendly, professional almost. He hopes.