At 10:00 AM sharp, Greg arrived at the house harboring his newest and most adored obsession. He hopped straight out of his truck, his bony fingers clutching the package close to his chest, guarding it from nonexistent threats.

He skipped all the way to your home, his hat tilted down to cover his face which led to him almost tripping on the path to the porch. He steadied himself before gulping nervously. He curled his fingers before knocking on the door.

He patiently waited as his body remained tense in anxious excitement for your presence. His leaned forward on his heels as he listened intently for steps.