You follow the cobblestone path through your sister's front yard and step up onto her porch. You kick the bottom of her front door a couple of times because your hands are too full to knock properly. Ana swings the door open and you're instantly hit with the smell of fresh baked muffins.
"You know you can just walk in, right?" she asks you, turning on her heels and making her way back to the kitchen.
"My hands are kind of full, idiot. I couldn't really open the door," you complain, kicking the door closed behind you. You stop at the kitchen island, setting down a couple grocery bags and freeing up your hands. You pull the blanket you brought off your shoulders and throw it on the back of the living room couch.
"Where's Roy?" you ask Ana about the whereabouts of her husband.
"I sent him to go pick up breakfast burritos from that place by the beach," she answers as she pulls a muffin tin out of the oven.
"Ooo, Tammy's? Those are the best. I don't think I've had one since high school."
"Yeah, that's because you ate one almost every day. You probably reached your breakfast burrito limit."
"Blasphemy. No such thing as too many breakfast burritos. Tammy's just isn't near my commute anymore."
Ana puts on some music as she finishes setting the muffins out on the island. You empty out your bags, pulling out hot chocolate mix and peppermint schnapps. It is tradition to mix the two together for your favorite lazy Sunday movie days. The other bag is full of your favorite candy and some homemade guacamole and tortilla chips. You take inventory of everything on the counter and realize you're missing something.
"Excuse me, where's the orange juice?" You see the champagne, but not the other half of the mimosa ingredients. "Is Melissa bringing it?"
"Yup, she should be here any minute with Evan," Ana fills you in on the whereabouts of your cousin and her husband.
"Is that everyone or are there any newcomers?" you ask. Your sister hosts her Sunday movie days at least once a month and there's always a mixed crowd. The five of you are always consistent, but sometimes one of you brings a friend or two.
"Yeah, actually Roy invited one of his friends from college. His name is Matthew."
"That sounds familiar. Have I met him before?"
"No, I don't thinks so. He just moved to the area and he's been around a couple times. I think you'll like him." Your conversation is interrupted by the front door opening and Roy walking in with a big paper bag in his arms.
"Roy, you sweet sweet angel from heaven above," you walk up to your brother in law and give him a kiss on the cheek as you sneakily slide the bag from his hands. You are too busy searching for one labeled "bacon" that you barely noticed the man ducking through the doorway behind him.
"Y/N, this is Matthew," Roy introduces you before you get the chance to ask. Matthew gives you a wave and a tentative smile.
"Hey there, Matthew. Ana was just telling me all about you," you give him a grin.
"Good things I hope," he remarks with a bit of a chuckle, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Nah, just the absolutely horrible stuff," you tease.
"Well that works out perfect because Roy was telling me how you're a pro at committing tax fraud," he bites back. You can't help but laugh and shove Roy on the shoulder, nearly knocking the muffin out of his hand.
"Damnit Roy, that was between you and me!" Ana gives her husband a knowing look as he rolls his eyes back at her.
"What can I help with?" Matthew asks, rubbing his hands together.
