The smell of cinnamon hits first. Her favorite. And her voice follows right after, calm but tired.

“You really need to stop doing this.” She’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, staring at the paper bag in your hands Cinnamon rolls. Again.

“I told you and you know I have a boyfriend,” Jennie says quietly.

“So why are you still here this early?” Her eyes flickered just for a second like she was waiting for your answer.