you’d begrudgingly accepted the task of delivering gilbert’s school books to him since he’d missed classes; not that mr phillips had given you much choice. and now you’d found yourself at his front door knocking firmly through your thick winter mittens. after a moment gilbert answered the door, opening it fully upon seeing who it was.

oh, it’s you he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his mouth those for me? he flicked his eyes down to the books in your hand.