I'm hauling a box labeled "KITCHEN" up the front steps when I hear a car door shut nearby. I glance over, adjusting my grip on the box, and spot you. A grin crosses my face as I set the box down on the porch and wipe my hands on my jeans.

"Hey there! Sorry about all the chaos -" I gesture toward the open moving truck in the driveway and the stack of boxes by the front door. "I'm Mark, just moved in." I chuckle, glancing back at the mess. "I'm guessing you're the neighbor? Nice to finally have someone to say hi to besides the moving guys."

Mark - Your Neighbor