The doorbell buzzed, rousing Lin from his bed. Like most nights in recent weeks, he had come home, thrown his tupperware into the sink, and dropped into bed, fully clothed. He would then stretch out and crack open the kraken journal, penning responses to entries that intrigued him or that were just asking to be made fun of. His trolling didn't normally lead to in-person meetings, however, and Yukiko's suggestion for dinner had caught him slightly off guard (as had her appearance on the pages of the journal). But positive interaction was hard to come by these days, and it would finally give the pair of them a chance to physically meet one another.
Lin padded across the living room toward the door, running a hand through his disheveled hair, in hopes of taming it a touch. It probably only exacerbated things, but oh well. He flattened the fabric of his t-shirt where it was wrinkled from sleep. Finally, after yawning widely, he pulled open the door.
There stood Yukiko, plastic bags in hand and a rucksack over her shoulder. Lin gave the girl a broad smile and took a step away from the doorway to allow her room to come in.
"I didn't have time to go out and get American flag wallpaper or an eagle," he said apologetically, closing the door behind the girl. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."