Cynthia went to his apartment door and just stood there for a moment.  Her hair fell around her face and she leaned against it. She took a deep breath before she knocked on the door to announce her coming in. She opened the door and walked inside before setting her stuff down beside the door. She took in the smell of food cooking and smiled widely. A memory of them when she came over one day to stay the night with him. His moms and dad both had to go somewhere so they were left at home alone. He made them grilled cheese and soup that night even though he could barely reach the stove. She giggled at the memory as it faded. She walked intobthe kitchen and jumped up onto the counter. "Why is it you are always cooking for me?" she asked him. She kicked her feet back and forth as they dangled and hummed the song he was singing earlier.