“Knock-knock,” I said. She just sighed but stayed silent. I knew I was being annoying. I’d punch me if I were her. “Come on, knock-knock?” She shook her head and dried her eyes, ignoring me. I hardened my tone, demanding, “Knock-knock.” “Come in,” she snapped, cutting off my joke. I stood frozen for a moment. How did she always do that? Contrary to popular belief, it’s not often I could be outsmarted, let alone repeatedly. But that was clever. I broke out into a laugh, and after a moment, I noticed a small smile playing on her lips that she tried to hide.
