Andrew and I awoke to a knock at my apartment door an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I groaned and disentangled myself from the sheets and Andrew’s limbs.
“Who could that be this early?” Andrew asked, partly annoyed and partly concerned.
“I don’t know.”
I threw on my robe and walked towards the door. Andrew slid out of bed and trotted up beside me. I didn’t complain; it could be another kidnapper, for all I knew, and I would prefer having him by my side, if that were the case.
I looked through the peephole and saw Noah on the other side, holding what looked to be a box of donuts. Surprised, I quickly opened the door.
“Noah! What are you doing here?” I asked.
Noah smiled upon seeing me, the
