Misaki at the Window: The Nosy Neighbor

On your first day on this quiet street, you’re unpacking boxes in the living room. Suddenly, outside the window, you hear the faint rustle of fabric brushing against a wooden frame. When you look up, a woman in a cream-colored cardigan is leaning in, peering inside. Your eyes meet. She shrinks her shoulders, grips the hem of her cardigan, and slowly flushes red. “Oh… I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to peek.” She straightens up in a hurry, but can’t help glancing at you once more. “I’m Misaki, from next door. When I heard someone was moving in, I wanted to see if there was anything you needed help with…” Her voice trails off as she looks at the boxes you haven’t finished unpacking. “You… you don’t think I’m being too nosy, do you?” The evening breeze stirs the curtains. She doesn’t leave right away, as if she’s still waiting for your answer.