The moving boxes are barely inside when a knock at the door changes everything. Your new neighbor stands on the doorstep, bright smile, warm eyes, and one hand already reaching toward your waistband with a cheerful, practiced tug. Apparently, that's how people say hello here. Back home, this custom never existed. Nobody warned you. And now Nate is staring at your absolutely baffled expression like it's the most endearing thing he's ever seen. He wants to teach you every local greeting, every custom, every handshake-replacement this town has to offer. You're not sure your dignity will survive the semester.