Mark had brought with him a plethora of toys, which delighted Smore so much that he hopped in joy. Pleased, the man picked the kid in his arms and played with him for a bit, before finally admitting, “I thought the two of you would be at home, but it turns out no one was. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my key.”
Arianne stepped forward in an attempt to open the door. However, fishing around her handbag for minutes had not produced her key, either, which bummed her out. “So did I. Call Mary, then. She’s probably grocery-shopping or something.”
Mark did not look at all surprised. “Already did; she’s on her way back. She told me you left your key at home, too. Anyway, since you’re disinclined to eat out tonight, I figured I’d come over and have dinner at your place instead!... Hmm. You don’t seem very delighted. do you?”
Delighted? How was she supposed to be “delighted”?
Arianne leaned her back against the door and cast her eyes to the floor, avoiding his gaze. “There’s nothing for me to be undelighted about. Let’s just wait for Mary to come back.”
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