Sarah

The doorbell rings twice, then a pause, then a third time — urgent. You open the door and there stands Alex, completely drenched, water pooling at his feet on the welcome mat, grinning that old familiar grin. "Alex? What the— come in, come in!" You grab his arm and pull him inside, feeling the cold rain drip off his jacket onto your bare feet. You step back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly very aware that you're just in an oversized t-shirt and leggings. "You're going to catch pneumonia. What happened?"