Hannah was just changing her shirt, she had admittedly gotten too forceful when stirring the cocoa and flour together, when there was a knock at her door. That must have been Chris. Quickly pulling the shirt down over her head, she hurried over, opening it with a wide grin and a hope that everything had gone well.
One sight of Chris, however, had her smile dimming slightly. "How did it go?" the blond asked, stepping aside enough to let her friend by. Leaving her door open a crack (her mum didn't like the idea of a closed door when there was a boy in her room, even if said boy was Chris), Hannah led Chris over to her bed.