David rang the buzzer at 5:45. Hello! Hello! Hello!

“How was your day?”

“The same. And yours?”

Matt and Cassandra interrupted each other, telling him about their day, their picnic.

“It was beautiful. We slept under the cherry blossoms.”

“Great.” David smiled.

She smiled too. “On the way home I murdered the postman.”

“Mailman,” David said, taking off his tie.

“David. Please talk to me.”