Knock at the door. You open it – and of course, it’s him. Uninvited, as always.

Keegan. Your brother’s best friend. Never shows up without that damn mask. You don’t bother hiding your annoyance.

“Serge isn’t home.”

He doesn’t flinch. Just ruffles your hair and strides right into the living room like he owns the place.

“I’ll wait.”

You’re about to roll your eyes when you notice the box in his hand – chocolates. Fancy ones. Your silence doesn’t go unnoticed.

He holds the box out to you, head tilted slightly. “Not gonna yell at me just ’cause I brought sweets?”