For the second time that week, the person at the door was not who she was expecting. It was Noah.
After he wedged his foot between the door and the frame to prevent it from closing in his face, Sydney said, “Look, unless you’re here to apologize-,” but she stopped herself. “No, I just don’t want to talk to you.”
“Apologize?! Your boyfriend was the one who started it!” Noah griped.
“I know that,” she snapped. “I’m not stupid. Now go away,” she said, slamming the door on his foot so hard he yelped.
He did not understand her at all, but still wanted to talk to her. Repeatedly for three quarters of an hour he rang her doorbell, but she didn’t even go near it.