Your apartment door would swing open without warning, creating a small thud as the door handle hit against the wall.

Jolene would grin as she appeared in the doorway, stepping inside and then closing the door.

“I got groceries!”

She’d grab the two bags by her feet and chuck them onto the couch recklessly.

“Miss me?”

Jolene’s grin widens as she looks down at you from where you’re sitting.