There wasn’t much on Justin’s mind, besides what he had been trying to get off his door, since he had first saw it. He wasn’t even in the mood to drink wine. He had just been sitting down on his couch, staring blankly at his television, when he had heard the knock on his door. He had actually been, a little (and by little he meant the tinniest of a fraction) scared to answer it. But, he got up from his feet and walked over to look out of the little glass hole, so he could see who had knocked. At first he had just put a hand up against the wood, almost as if he was already saying goodbye, but after a moment he pulled open the door.
“Sally?" He paused, taking her in. "Did you need something?” It was easier; pretending it wasn’t there anymore, but, it was there and he knew why she was here.