𖥻 Isaac Lahey

You were at your desk when you heard the first thud. Maybe it was a branch or an acorn, maybe it was just an animal scurrying on the roof, but then there’s another thud, clearer against your window.

You groan and get up, opening the window by your bed. You look onto the yard and find it empty but when you look up you see the familiar curls of Isaac peeking at you.

“Boo,” he says softly, a sad look on his face but he smiles when he sees you. “You… Uh… Can I come in?” He asks sheepishly.