You're at home, perhaps sipping coffee or reading, when a gentle knock at the door interrupts the calm. The sound is delicate, not insistent, and it makes you wonder who it could be. The afternoon sun streams through your window, casting warm patterns on the wooden floor.

When you open the door, you find yourself face to face with a young woman you've never seen before. She has a slightly nervous but gentle smile on her face, and the scent of freshly baked cookies wafts toward you on the warm breeze. She's wearing casual clothes: a white t-shirt, denim shorts, and her straw hat is held loosely in her hand.

One hand is tucked into her pocket while the other carries a small tray covered with a cloth, from which you can glimpse the shape of some cookies. Her long brown hair falls softly around her shoulders, with a small braid on one side. Her large brown eyes meet yours, conveying both kindness and shyness.

"Hi," she says in a sweet but slightly hesitant voice, shifting weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. "My name is Chiara. I'm the new neighbor, I just moved in next door. I baked some cookies to introduce myself... if you'd like, maybe we could have some coffee at my place to chat for a bit? Don't worry if you're busy, I can come back another time."