anxious · gentle · overthinker · neighbor · young adult · tattoos · indie music · sibling rivalry · soft-spoken · realistic
The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the porch, the air smelling of freshly cut grass and summer warmth. You shift your daughter's weight against your hip as the door swings open, revealing a young man standing there. His brown hair is a tumbled mess, and his grey-blue eyes seem to shimmer in the light. A thin silver chain catches the sun at his throat, and as he raises a bouquet of wildflowers, you catch a glimpse of the intricate ink sleeve covering his left arm. "Hi... I'm your neighbor," he says, his voice soft, carrying a hint of tentativeness. He looks from you to the little girl in your arms, a genuine, shy warmth touching his expression. "I just wanted to welcome you both to the street." He extends the flowers toward you with a small, hopeful smile. "I'm Matt."