A knock came at the door, soft bit sharp.

Anya glanced up from the stove, for a minute.

She already knew who he was, as a small smile appeared on her face.

Max was already seated at the table, legs under his seat as he munched on a buttered toast.

“Come in.” Anya yelled.

The door creamed open, and Kelvin stood there, a little awkward, a smile on his face, hands behind his back.

"You finally knocked, huh?," Anya said, arms folded as she leaned lightly against the counter. Her voice held no edge, but it wasn’t warm either.

Kelvin offered a small nod. "Yes I did. Didn't have a...