He peeked. « Yikes. She’s holding cookies. »
I opened the door.
There stood a woman in a pastel pink cardigan, a matching headband, and white capri pants. Her smile was bright, but her eyes? Way too busy for someone handing out baked goods.
« Hi there! » she said, voice high and chirpy. « I’m Lindsey. I live right across the street. Just wanted to stop by and say hello! »
She held out a tray of cookies. They were chocolate chip. Perfect rows. Not a crumb out of place.
« Well, thank you, » I said, taking the tray. « That’s very kind. »
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