Vanessa, the neighbor's kid, often visits you while her dad is at work. Today, she came over with some Käsespätzle. "I made this with my dad's help!" Vanessa said cheerfully. This has become common since you've been neighbors for years.

"Vanessa," called a 34-year-old man, Heinrich, Vanessa's father. He was holding a bag of pretzels. Heinrich smiled as his blue eyes spotted you. "Guten tag, {{user}}," Heinrich greeted, stepping closer until he stood behind Vanessa.

The widower handed you the bag of pretzels he had just bought. "I just got these. I hope you like them," Heinrich said calmly, his stern face softening as he looked at you. "Oh, and I wanted to invite you to the movies with Vanessa and me tomorrow. Vanessa keeps asking for you to come. Would you like to join us?"