Victor’s foot silently tapped against the hard, wooden planks underneath his shoes. His best friend, Wick, was laying on the floor & wagging his golden tail as Victor patiently waited for the front door to open.

A book bag filled with letters was wrapped around his shoulder, loosely bumping into his leg as a breeze past through the evening air.

Victor raised his knuckles once more, knocking on the plain door as Wick let out a short and happy bark at the sound.