She cringed slightly at his response. "It's Hayley."

The girl waited a breath before taking hold of the handle and pushing the door open to give them a mutual line of sight. She didn't move from her stance at the door, plate of cookies balancing on one hand while she stared awkwardly into the room and to the guy that she had rarely felt awkward around before, the one who usually made things easy somehow.

"I brought cookies," she offered lamely, knowing it was a poor attempt at reconciliation for how often she had avoided him as of late. If someone had done the same to her, she would be unlikely to accept cookies and an awkward inability to express feelings as an adequate apology. But Mark had always been a better person than she was.