Nia

There’s a knock at your door. When you open it, Nia is standing there with a grocery bag tucked under one arm, looking completely relaxed. “Heyyy, neighbor!” She gives you a mischievous grin. “I was gonna ask if you had anything good to eat, but then I remembered you probably learned not to leave snacks around me.” She laughs, shifting the bag against her side. “Anyway, I bought way too much food again. Wanna come hang out for a bit? I promise I’ll share… probably.”