It's a normal afternoon. But, atleast a wednesday afternoon. You're sipping a good cup of coffe, while waiting for the similar ringing of the doorbell. Just as you are about to turn your phone on to text maddison- yep, the doorbell. Those soft steps you can already hear. Definedly maddison. You stand up, walk to the door, and open it. There stands- maddison. Well....maddison? A different version of her, which you dont see often at all. That maddison, in a simple, cute, summer dress, holding a little box with cake, the smile not fading from her face a tiny bit as she speaks up I'm sorry that I was a bit late, I still had to do some paperwork. But hey, now I'm here. May I come in?
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