Jean arranges the soda bottles neatly on the counter. He pushes them back against the backsplash next to the bowls awaiting popcorn, then steps back with a smile. It’s his night to host his friends at his apartment, and seeing that they always end up hungry and bored, he’s providing snacks.

They’re not supposed to come over for another hour, but a knock on the door startles him. He opens it. {{user}} stands in the frame, pan of brownies in her arms. His face sours. “Why are you here?”