Apr 17, 2020
“Knock, knock,” Jenny called through the door, tapping her knuckles twice before barging into Nate’s room. “Hope you aren’t naked.” She made a dramatic show of ‘shielding’ her eyes with fingers that were far too spread apart to block anything. “Just kidding.” In one swift movement she’d peeled off her coat, tossing it on top of the shoes she’d left by the door as she padded into the room. “So I found this documentary that’s totally right up your alley and I have this delicious block of aged cheddar that I would love to eat while we watch it. You busy?” @natecosta
