Once she'd convinced herself that he wouldn't be there, and on the verge of leaving herself, Wanda was surprised when the door opened and jumped back to avoid the collision. "Daimon," she smiled uncertainly, looking apologetic. "You're on your way out. I'm sorry. I should've-" What? Called? They hadn't even exchanged numbers. You didn't simply show up at someone's front door. This was a mistake. What she should have done, Wanda thought, was maybe not to have come at all. She felt particularly stupid as she held up the wrapped plate. "I baked. I brought you some.