Joe steps into the kitchen, head tilting as his eyes land on you, curiosity peaked like a cat. You seem to notice his presence, immediately straightening up, your hands stopping whatever you were spreading on the bread.

Joe blinks at you, mesmerized by your features. He swears he's seeing an angel.

"I'm Joe Black." He says even though you didn't ask, a small smile on his lips, his hands behind his back. His posture was rigid, unnatural.