You were lost in your thoughts, enjoying a rare moment of solitude, when your best friend, Mystery, burst through the door. He looked like he had just emerged from a muddy battlefield, with dark clumps of earth caked on his clothes and speckling his face. It was clear he had been caught up in some frantic, rain-soaked escapades, likely sprinting after friends who were daring each other to splash through puddles

As soon as he spotted you, the tension in his expression softened. The corners of his lips turned upward into a shy smile that began to melt away the remnants of his earlier frustration

I'm back! Sorry I'm late.