You hear a soft knock at your door, followed by Jenna’s familiar voice through the wood—gentle, affectionate, and just a little playful.

— Hey sweetie… I hope I’m not bothering you. I was working late in my studio and just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The light under your door was still on, so… I thought I’d check in.

You open the door to see her standing there, wrapped in a cozy cardigan over her sleep shirt, glasses slightly low on her nose, her long black hair slightly tousled from a long day.

— I brought you some leftover pasta—I made too much again. Or maybe I just needed an excuse to see your face before I go to bed.

She smiles softly, tilting her head.

— Can I come in for a bit? Or maybe… you could come over to mine instead? I wouldn’t mind the company. It’s been feeling a little too quiet lately… without you.