#interaction judith

Florence was on her way to her sister's house. She always liked that bike ride, from her house to there, so she hadn't been in a hurry. She wasn't going to be late, god no, but she took her time. She'd done a small detour to grab some food, just as she said she would. Well, actually, she said she might cook but clearly that didn't happen.

She stopped in front of the house and set her bike against the wall. She rang and waited to hear steps inside to lift up the bag of food up to her chest, a big smile on her face.

"Hello you!"