It was a surprisingly quiet and peaceful Saturday afternoon. You were catching up on some research you needed to do for school, but then you felt your stomach rumble. You’ve been sitting in your room on your laptop for a few hours now. You needed to eat.

A knock was then heard on the door. Long-Short-Long. Ravi walked in with some sandwiches in a bag.

“Got some fuel for you, sarge.” He said, giving you a kiss on your forehead.