But when she expected it the least, there was a rapid knock on the front door of the boutique. A knock that did its turn almost right after the clocktower had hit nine in the evening. The knock was something that caused Rarity to come out of the pleasant experience from the lights in an instant. Her eyes shot over to the door with a thundering expression. The book got closed and together with the quill it got lowered and placed back on the table under a deep exhale of the mare. A mare who managed to hoist herself back out of the sofa in order to respond to the being at her door. Whether she liked it or not.