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Every time that Andrew saw Daisy, the feeling was almost bittersweet. Their common interests and the friendship that they shared made it easy to overlook the awkwardness. In spite of it all, he could still sense some awkward feelings between them – there was always a chance that those feelings were one-sided and that he was overreacting out of angst. Angst that suddenly awoke him from the slight sleepy state that he was in. Not being able to sleep did not stop him from feeling some measure of tired though with Daisy there, he felt energized and have somewhere to focus it. A small, sweet smile was present on his lips which naturally came into view when seeing such a dear friend. His attention, nonetheless, was captured by the gift in her hands. His smile expanded into a grin at the mention of cupcakes. “Hello, Miss Ridley.” Stepping aside from the doorway so that she could step into the home, “Cupcakes and your company are always welcome in this house.” He declared; probably far too excessive for the timing yet it was out there as he guided her inside. 

Part of him wanted to dive into the topic right away. Did she need to show him some new ideas that came to her in these early hours? Did she want to chat about the weather? It was the unknown that made him so intrigued by her visit – feeling that if he jumped straight in then Daisy might become overwhelmed and not be ready to share with him so easily. “Is it bad that I am already wanting one of those cupcakes now?” He questioned, head tilted a little to the side when he looked around to her after closing the door behind them both. “My body is craving anything high in sugar right now to make sure that I am able to stay awake for this.” A terrible attempt at being funny, Andrew. He cursed himself at that very moment, placing strain on the, currrently, delicate state of their relationship.

Had the brunette ever been this anxious? No. The answer was no. Movies premieres, auditions, all seemed like a piece of cake. This may have been one, if not, the most nerve wracking thing she ever had to do. There were no characters, just her and Andrew. The person who she had spent an increasingly amount of time with and talking to over the past year. it was all great– they were great. However, if was there any chance of them fully getting back to the way they used to be before that thing happened, it was all tossed out the window now. It truly sucked.   Because they couldn’t avoid it anymore, soon there would be a tiny human in the world that would be all the reminder of that. An actual person. She shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts and try to appear perfectly normal and calm to him. “Oh, good. Because I don’t just bring cupcakes over in the middle of the night for just anyone, you know.” Daisy let out a small laugh as she entered the home, "So consider yourself very special, Mr. Garfield.“

Forever the Night Owl, sleep had been in short supply for Andrew. The combination of nerves and his erratic sleep pattern was no help as he literally tossed and turned in his, currently, uncomfortable bed. Plenty of joy occurred when he got through to Daisy on FaceTime – the two had been getting closer throughout the past year and even more so now they lived between the same places. There was, of course, the incident but that was not something that the two ever spoke about. In fact, it was a completely taboo topic for the pair and so far it had been well avoided. It was, therefore, understandable that he become slightly concerned by Daisy’s pressing reason to come over. He didn’t find the notion of her appearing concerning in any way, her company was always welcomed. Having something important to speak about troubled him. His entire prediction could be totally off; she might want to talk about a new movie role or a new book that she had started to read. Nevertheless, the pessimistic view came to light with Andrew considering that somebody knew about what happened between them and/or Daisy no longer wanted to be friendS. Either option being a nightmare for him.

Andrew placed on some sweats – a symbolisation that he had finally given up on the idea of sleep. A short walk down the stair was followed by the pattering of paws as Ren stayed close to his owner. Both making their way into the kitchen, where he replaced the water in the dog bowl and grabbed a bottle from the fridge for himself and his friend. There was nothing left to do but wait for Daisy’s arrival. With the amount of time that it took him to actually get out of bed as well as busying himself with mindless tasks; there was eventually a knock on his front door. At first, he rushed to the door yet when he became aware of his eagerness, he stopped himself to take a few deep breaths so that his nerves cooled before opening the door to see her standing there.