Jacob felt antsy, pacing the living room while he waited for Luka to arrive. The snow had continued to fall all day and he wasn’t sure going out was the best idea. After all, Luka rode a motorcycle.
At the sound of a loud engine, Jacob ran to the front door and pulled it open. A large truck he didn’t recognize was parking directly in front of their walk. He furrowed his brow as he watched the passenger door open, trying to glimpse the driver.
When he saw Luka step out, carrying a pizza box, he grinned and waved. Looked like Luka’d had the same thought about the weather and they’d be staying in.
Luka turned and spoke to the driver, and waved him off before heading up the walk.
“Hi,” Jacob said as he took the box from him. “Ooh, still warm!”
Luka stomped his boots and stepped inside. “A
