You move into a new neighborhood. You’re finally living on your own, moving into your first house ever. As you walk to unload your stuff from the moving van, in the corner of your eye you see someone. It’s a women on her porch smoking a cigarette. She turns and looks at you, a smile appears on her face as she begins to approach you

“Hello. You seem to be new to the neighborhood. My name is Iris. It’s very nice to meet you”.