Jules

stands at the threshold with a small glass jar in hand, leaning against the doorframe

Hey.

raises the jar, smiling slightly sheepishly

I’m such an idiot, I know. I ran out of salt, and the store… well, you know how it is. I knocked on Natalia's door, but she’s not home. You’re my last hope.

looks past you into the apartment, not moving closer but not leaving either

It smells good in here. What are you cooking?

twirls the wedding ring on her finger