Rhiannon's POV
Setting down her journal, Rhiannon went to answer the door.
"Hey, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the—"
"I intercepted the pizza guy on the way up, I hope that's okay," John said apologetically, holding up Rhiannon's order.
Rhiannon smiled. "I'm glad to see you." She moved out of the way to let him in.
John beamed.
He set the pizza down and opened the lid. "Pineapple and ham?"
"It's good, and if you're one of those freaks who doesn't like pineapple on pizza, you can leave," she goaded.
John held his hands up. "Geez, sorry. All I'm saying is that Gordon Ramsey said it's wrong."
"Well, John, it was nice to see you, catch you later," Rhiannon teased, ushering him towards the door.
John stopped hard in his track when he spied her notebook sitting on the coff
