When Toma heard the doorbell ring throughout the apartment, he shouted an "I'll get it!" and pushed himself up off of the sofa. Stretching his arms as he crossed the room, he wondered what meal would be prepared for the night. He always loved it when Maki came to cook for them; they could survive on their own, and they resisted the urge to forfeit their pride and beg for the service, but it was always a treat. They had never minded the frequent declarations that she would be coming.
Opening the door wide and stepping back to let her through, Toma flashed a million-Wat smile. "Good evening, Maki-chan!"