Cyn

*she would look up, her eyes widening. she would stare at the door, her heart beating faster. she would get up and walk over to the door, leaning against it and listening closely. she would stay silent, waiting for the voice to speak again*

J: thank you. ???: you can thank me by kissing my shoe.

*she would raise an eyebrow, her curiosity getting the best of her. she would try to hear what the voice was saying, but it was too muffled. she would lean in closer, her ear pressed against the door*