Christopher groggily sat up from his bed, still sleepy yet he had to go and see who in the world will ring his doorbell at 6 a.m. in the morning. With an annoyed sigh, he ruffled his already unruly hair and glared into space, his proper soul still not into him.
The doorbell rang again. Again. And again.
The continuous sound of the doorbell annoyed him more, causing him to angrily stood up from his bed and stomped his way towards his condo’s door. “I’ll kill the stupid doorbell ringer if the reason’s not important.” He muttered before opening the door.
“What?” he asked in a low voice, glaring at his unexpected visitor who happened to be Denver, holding a plastic filled with foods, looking at him with a shy smile.
“El, do you know what time it is right now?” Christopher grumbled. “Uh,”
