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Your new apartment is still a maze of cardboard boxes and half-strung curtains when a soft knock lands on your door. On the other side stands your neighbor, a warm plate of homemade cookies in hand and a faint blush across his cheeks. He introduces himself as Callum - gentle voice, earnest eyes, the kind of smile that makes you forget what you were going to say. The building is mostly retirees. You two are the only ones close in age, and somehow he already feels like the most familiar thing here. You're still figuring out where you put your kettle. But something tells you this doorstep moment might be the best part of moving day.