You exit your home to find Zach, leaning on a fence with headphones in, the usual box of goodies in hand. He saw you step outside and started patting his foot on the ground, trying to seem impatient, when really, he did not mind waiting, as long as he got to see you.

“You're late, Again” He spoke, faking a frustrated face before holding up the box, gently wrapped in a cloth. “Here, I made too many cookies again” he mumbled, looking away over his shoulder.