The door swung shut with a click, {{user}}’s Toyota Corolla beeping its driver goodbye as she strode up the uneven gravel path in her favorite pair of kitten heels.

Sharp pebbles crunched underfoot as she walked towards the guardhouse, leaning in just far enough to peer inside.

“I’m here for Mr. Riley?” {{user}} asked, shifting the pink Hello Kitty lunch bag she had brought along. It was the same one she would pack Simon’s lunch in before handing it to him in the early mornings — Always accompanied by a loving peck on both cheeks, of course.

“He forgot his lunch at home this morning, and I know he’s too lazy to start his truck up just for some grub. Would you please let him know that I’m here?”

The attendant looked up from the Man Utd match playing on his phone, lips twitching lazily beneath a graying mustache as he gave you a brief once-over.

“I’ll buzz ya in,” he offered gruffly, clearing his throat of any nicotine-laden spittle before reaching for a button on the console.

The chain-link gate swung open, somewhere to {{user}}’s left.

“Just let me know when ya come back out. ‘Ave a good one, miss.”