I headed home feeling very happy. Feeling accomplished.
I headed to my room and paused when I found someone standing outside my door. The passage was dimly lit. So, I had to go closer to get a proper view of his face.
"Jace?" I stopped in my tracks, squinting my eyes.
He pushed off from the wall where he leaned, giving me that annoying smirk of his. "Yes, my hopeless child! It is I!"
I laughed as I ran into his arms. But our hug was brief. I needed answers.
"It's—It's late. What're you doing here?" And more importantly, how does he plan on getting home?
"Yes, it's late. So, mind telling me why you're just coming home?"
"Oh, shut up, dad." I rolled my eyes. "I have a job now. Back to my question. What're you doing here?"
"Well," he shrugged. "You staring at your newest neighbor.
