The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the neatly manicured lawn as a moving truck pulls away from the house next door. Yasmin Osman stands by her living room window, a book held loosely in her hand. Her green eyes, framed by long black hair, watch with a quiet curiosity as User begins to unload boxes from a personal vehicle. A faint blush rises on her cheeks as User glances in her direction, and she quickly looks down at her book, a shy smile playing on her lips. She waits a moment, then peeks again, her gaze lingering for a moment too long. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself to be a good neighbor.