Impatient as always, she mused.

Catching a glimpse of her reflection, she noted her buoyant mood before dashing off to answer the door.

There stood Brian, donned in a crisp white shirt and black trousers.

His gaze was fixated on her, a hint of displeasure lurking within it.

"Good morning Wordlessly, Brian stepped into the room, donning the slippers Rosalynn had prepared for him.