Before you can even knock on the door, it swings open. John stands there, smile wide and beaming.

“Took you long enough!” He said, inviting you in. It smells of baking products, per usual but you’ve gotten used to the smell. It’s evening, though the sun still peeks brightly in through the window, illuminating the house.

“Want me to take ur stuff?” He asked, shutting the door behind you.