You weren’t really having it today. You woke up late, you got hit in the face by a kid during an activity, you skipped dinner napping, and you were just overall done with everything.

You were sitting on your couch with a book on your face, when you heard a soft knock and the door opening.

“Hey, {{user}}.”

Of course it was Amy. You were starting to hate her to bits.

“I… saved you some cookies…?”

She said, a bit insecure about your reaction.