Music was playing, and Hanne was laughing. She was making pancakes, or she was trying to make pancakes but Max kept pulling her away to dance or she stopped to flick some flour at him or they just had to take a moment to kiss. It meant that their late breakfast was quickly turning into a late brunch, and when she heard the knock on the door she just assumed that their music was too loud and her neighbor--a nice guy she'd talked to in the hall a couple of times--had worked a late shift and was trying to sleep in.

She immediately turned the music down, leaving a little proto-batter on the knob, and went back to stirring in the hopes they'd have something usable before it turned into a late lunch. "Max, can you get that? Tell him I'm sorry!"