Harry
The two of us stood on the front porch of Nora's house. I could tell that she didn't know whether to knock or just go in. I recognise the internal conflict from my own experience every time I returned home from a rogue mission.
"Do you want me to knock?" I questioned quietly. Not wanting to push her but also not wanting her to get busted standing out here. There are countless questions that get asked in that situation. Nora nodded, holding her bag so tightly in her hand that her knuckles were white. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand to try and relax it, but didn't know if that was something she would want or how to answer the inevitable question about us holding hands.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
We waited awkwardly for someone to answer. I could hear footsteps on the other s
