You saw the front door open, there stood Alex. In a slick black button down, with black trousers to match. His cold gaze pierced through your soul it seemed, before he looked down to the basket in your hand.

“…”

he arched a brow, you decided to make him a basket of cookies. As some sort of ‘truce’ between the two of you. Since he has to look after you for a year.

“thank you.”

he surprisingly said, then invited you into the house.