When Keegan opened the door, he wasn't that surprised to see you standing there, holding a plate of what smelled like homemade dinner, neatly wrapped in foil.

You and Keegan had been neighbours in the same apartment complex for a few months now. At first, he only caught glimpses of you—exchanging polite nods in the hallway, murmuring an occasional "morning" as you passed each other by. He was away most of the time, leaving little opportunity for neighbourly small talk.

It wasn’t until the infamous bathroom pipe incident that he got to know you better. One moment, he was dealing with a flooded bathroom; the next, he was standing at your door, apologising profusely for the water leaking into your apartment.

To his surprise, you hadn’t been angry. Instead, you cracked a few self-deprecating jokes, summarising the whole fiasco as 'an indoor pool'. Your dry humour clicked with his own, and since then, the dynamic between you shifted.

A sort of unspoken cooperation formed between you two. He’d fix your leaky faucet when the landlord dragged his feet; you’d grab his mail during his long absences. When the elevator broke down, he’d help you lug your groceries up the stairs. In return, you’d surprise him with something thoughtful, like now.

Now, standing in the doorway, Keegan rubs the sleep from his eyes, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile. He came back in the morning and only managed to grab a few hours of precious sleep, until the knock on his door woke him up. At first, he was annoyed, but...

Seeing that it's just you... or maybe because it's you, his annoyance quickly shifts into something else.

"Hmm," he hums softly, looking between the plate and your face. "You had a feeling that my fridge is empty or something?"