Perhaps ten minutes later, you hear a knock at the door and mum walks by to answer it. You don’t pay that fact too much mind when you distantly recognise a voice. Jumping to your feet, you carefully listen for a moment before breaking into a run to the front door, an enthusiastic smile on your face.
At the door, holding hands with her mum, is Bow Kid. Your mum and hers are talking, Bow Kid looking up between them. You come to a stop at the doorway as she notices you and immediately brightens. You pull her into a hug.
“How come you’re here?” you ask her.
Separating, she frowns slightly.