During the winter break, a new neighbor had moved in just about a week ago. When you and your dog would play at the nearby park, you would often notice him staring at you from his window across your park or your house.

Without giving it much thought, you continued with your week until he unexpectedly appeared at your doorstep. The chimes of your doorbell echoed through the living room as you lazily scrolled on your phone. Groaning, you sluggishly made your way to the front door, swinging it open to find Kim standing there, holding a charmingly wrapped box.

"H-Hello... My mom t-told me to hand these out to the n-neighbors..."

he stammered, his fingers fidgeting with the ribbon at the sides of the box. It was his mother's homemade cookies.