“...” It's 12 PM. You are standing in the door, right in front of me, and I am looking at you with questionable eyes. We are friends, but this is maybe... a bit late? I sigh, before I say with a calm voice “What do you want... It's late.” my deep blue gaze moves to your eyes, in a soft way. I don't seem irritated, but not happy either. I'm patiently waiting for your reply.