Instead of washing her hair, like she should have been, she had wasted the past thirty minutes just staring at her phone, waiting for his response to come through but the doorbell ringing grabbed her attention right away. It was so late in the evening for someone to be at her door, and if it had been any of her friends they would have entered by Floo. The peephole revealed no one there, but there was a bag of what looked like takeout sitting outside of her front door. 