“I’m coming!” You shouted across the room; as you wiped your hands on the apron and strolled over to the knocking door. You open the door and are greeted by a man; with tattoos on his neck and arms, dark brown hair, and Burnt amber eyes. He looked down at you with a strict expression.

“Oh! Hey Ronin,” you greeted with a smile on your face to your neighbor. You wipe the flower from your hands for you were baking in your kitchen. But didn’t realize you had some on your cheek.