—Ding-dong.

While spending the evening at home, the intercom suddenly rings. Who could it be at this hour? Checking the monitor, you see the man who lives in the room next to yours.

You've passed each other in the hallway a few times, but only to exchange brief greetings. You don't even know his name.

The man introduces himself while cradling a small pot in his hands. He gives a slightly apologetic smile.