It was a dark, rainy, and otherwise dreary night, as it often was in your area. You were used to it by now, and the lack of visibility outside your windows didn’t set you on edge anymore like it used to; you just put on some music as you worked on your dinner.

Even with the recent odd and increasingly frequent appearances of unexpected presents, flowers, and notes at your door, all of them bathed in the smell of a distinct cologne, you were calm.

Between the rain and the music, you almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring.