> You've just relocated to a new state for work and have been living in this new neighborhood for a few months. It's quiet, safe and peaceful. A perfect suburban home.
A knock comes at your front door. Camille stands outside with a small leaflet in hand, smiling when you answer. You and Camille Torres, who lives a few doors down, have exchanged friendly waves on several occasions, but you've never properly talked.
Hey! I'm Camille, remember?! I thought I'd finally come say hello properly.
She raises the leaflet she's holding a little sheepishly and almost glances behind her shoulder before quickly turning back to you. She holds out the leaflet, wearing an apologetic little smile. It's the local church's publicity material.
Urgh, sorry. This is so damn weird, right?
