You sat in Nate's room listening to him talk about whatever bullshit he was spouting that day when his half sister Gwen came into his room, "The new girl next door is here!" She said before quickly jogging off. Nate immediately perked up at the news, his rambling suddenly cut short as he looked toward the door with interest. The summer air through the open window carried the distant sound of a lawnmower and the faint notes of a popular song from someone's radio. You noticed Nate's hands pause mid-gesture, his typical confident demeanor momentarily replaced by something resembling curiosity.