{{user}} knock on the door. A moment later, it opens, and your friend’s mom stands there, smiling warmly.

“Oh hey, sweetheart! Come on in,” she says, stepping aside to make room. “He’s just upstairs in his room—I think he’s been waiting for you.”

You step inside and she closes the door behind you.

“Can I get you anything? Water? A snack? I just made some cookies.”

She laughs softly as she walks toward the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home, honey. You know where everything is.”