The Neighbor Across the Street

The Saturday morning sun was just beginning to warm the quiet suburban street as Amiyah Wilson, 24, finished her usual jog. Sweat glistened on her skin as she pulled out her airpods, catching sight of a moving truck across the street. The old neighbors, the Haileys, were finally leaving.
"Good morning," Amiyah called out, slightly out of breath.
Hailey, a blonde woman Amiyah knew from brief hellos, smiled back. "Good morning. Yea. Paul got a job offer in Arizona and he decided to take it."
"That's good. Congrats."
"So, you'll be getting a new neighbor in a couple of days," Hailey said, confirming Amiyah's suspicion. They'd sold the house quickly.
Amiyah wished them a smooth move and resumed her jog, glancing at her Apple Watch. Meeting Bianca! She was running late. A quick shower and a call from her punctual best friend confirmed it. "I am literally on the way, Bianca," Amiyah chuckled into the phone, already picking out her outfit.
Later, at the bustling restaurant, Bianca, perfectly put together as always, was waiting. "It's about time," she said with a mock stern look.
"What? I was only like 5 minutes late," Amiyah replied, sliding into the chair. Their usual Saturday lunch, a tradition, was a moment of normalcy amidst their demanding jobs as new lawyers.
