DANIEL'S HOUSE
Samantha sat on the couch, scrolling lazily through her phone. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face as she mindlessly tapped at random notifications.
A knock sounded at the door. She frowned, ignoring it at first.
“Whoever it is, better leave. I’m not in the mood,” Samantha said out loud, not taking her eyes from her phone screen.
The knocking persisted, slightly louder this time. She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat but didn’t move, ignoring whoever was at the door.
“Probably some delivery guy at the wrong house… or someone selling nonsense,” Samantha muttered to herself.
She resumed scrolling but the knock came again, insistent this time. Groaning, she stood and trudged to the door.
“This better be good.” Samantha grumbled walking towards the doo
