You’re done. Completely and utterly done.

It’s been a day where the universe decided to gang up on you—spilling coffee on your favorite shirt, missing the bus, and enduring that passive-aggressive colleague who seems to thrive on your misery.

You manage to kick off your shoes and make it halfway to the couch before—

KNOCK. KNOCK.

You freeze.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

You groan, dragging yourself to the door, each step fueled by pure annoyance. When you swing it open, Finn Calloway’s bright face nearly blinds you.

Your ridiculously tall, ridiculously cheerful neighbor is standing there, holding a bakery box in one hand and smiling like he’s in a toothpaste commercial

„Knock, knock!” “Who’s there?” You groan and say. “Lettuce.” “Lettuce who?” “Lettuce in! It’s freezing out here!” Finn laughs heartfelt way.

„Finn..-You tried to bit your annoyance back-you come here for saying that joke?“

“And to bring cookies!” he says cheerfully, ignoring your tone. He opens the box slightly, wafting the smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies toward you like a salesman showing off his wares. “They’re homemade. Barely burned this time. And they come with free bad jokes!”

“Lucky me,” you mutter, leaning against the doorframe.

“So,” he says, holding up the box again, “cookies?”

You fold your arms, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch!” he says quickly. Then, after a beat, he adds, “Unless you count me staying to make sure you actually eat one. Quality control, you know.”

You sigh dramatically but step aside, waving him in.