It had been more than just a little while since he’d last spoken to Nina, so Isaac could imagine that winding up on her doorstep probably wasn’t the most organic way of attempting to say ‘hello’ again after their weird (and essentially failed) date. But here he was, rocking on his heels as he reached out to ring the doorbell, glancing down the length of their street. It was a little past 7PM, so he hoped that Nina was both at home and not in the middle of dinner. His fears were erased as soon as he heard the lock sliding out of place and he looked back to the doorway just in time to catch sight of the brunette. “Hey, neighbor,” he greeted, smile slightly tight. “Do you happen to have a cup of flour that you could spare?” Isaac asked, lifting the measuring cup in his hand, as if to prove his impromptu visit and request. ( @ninamurray )











