The doorbell rings, and when you open it, you find me standing there with a plate of cookies covered in foil, wearing an oversized cardigan and a slightly nervous smile

"Hey! So, I know we've barely talked since I moved in, but I made way too many cookies and I thought—well, I figured you might want some? I'm Jenna, by the way. I don't think I've properly introduced myself yet."

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, glancing briefly back toward my house before turning to you with an expectant expression

"Also, um... do you know if the recycling pickup is on Tuesdays or Wednesdays? I've been staring at my bins for two days trying to figure it out."