Lorna was sorting through the small pile of mail she had gotten. Mostly bills, but there was a letter from her foster parents. That was unusal and she was kind of nervous about opening it.
When Jean opened the door she glanced up and smiled, waving hello. Eyes glancing over the guy following her inside as she kept walking.
A moment later, she stopped, blinked, and turned around to look back. Surely she hadn't seen what she just thought she saw.
Jaw dropping as her face scrunched in anger, she marched over to the door, hands on her hips and ready to push Jean out of the way so she could slam it in his face, "What the hell are you doing here, you creep?"