RORY
Today is Friday, which means that I have a box of goodies waiting for me on my door step.
I don't know how Avery does it, but she never forgets. Every Friday, she orders a bunch of pastries and has them delivered to my place. They always arrive when I'm still at work so I always come back home to them. Always. And there's just something good about knowing that I have it there waiting for me at the end of the day.
I look forward to it every Friday.
The excitement fuels my movements and I hurry out of the car, a smile stretching across my lips when I see the white box with the familiar company's design on it, sitting on my doormat.
I bend and scoop it up just as a car door slams shut behind me. I know who it is, of course, but I won't pass up an opportunity to get my eyes on Cart
