It became routine.
He waited at the school gates.
He made coffee in the morning like he'd done it all his life.
He left notes that were half helpful, half annoying.
I started laughing more.
One afternoon, I was in the shower when I heard the door open.
"Chase!" I shrieked.
"Relax," he said through the door. "Just grabbing my charger."
"You could've knocked!"
"I live here too, remember?"
I threw a towel at the door. He laughed.
That night, he left a note on my pillow:
Next time, lock the door. Or don't. Your call.
I didn't sleep much.