Reed sighed — loud and deliberate — when he heard that knock. Not the bell. Never the damn bell. You always knocked like you were kicking his routine in the teeth. He yanked the door open, already frowning.

And there you were. Smiling. Holding a pink Dunkin’ box like it was peace offering. Again.

"What now, {{user}}?" he muttered, dragging his glare down your face to the donuts. "You are running out of ways to ruin my day, or is this a new low?"

Reed didn’t bother hiding his annoyance. He never did. And yet… he always opened the door.