While Jocelyn helped clean up breakfast, there was a knock at the door. "Could you get that, dear? I'm a little  busy," she heard her grandmother call.

"Sure thing," she called back. She answered the door.

"Oh, id this Mrs. Anderson's house?" asked a man about her age. He looked a little confused when he saw her. He was tall with brown hair that brushed his eyebrows and gray eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I'm just her granddaughter."

"Really? Oh, now I remember you. You were five last time I saw you. Jocelyn Wagner, right?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are."

He laughed, "It's okay, I'm a few years older so I remember this. We used to play in the sandbox in my parents backyard. My name is Justin, by the way."

She smiled, "Nice to meet you. Well, nice to meet you again."

"Yeah, well, I came by to give this back," he said looking down at a pan. "And no, I didn't use it. My mom did," he said chuckling.

She laughed, "Okay, I'll make sure my grandma gets it."

"Cool, I'll see you around," he said handing her the pan and smiling for the last time.

"'Kay, see ya," and with that she closed the door.

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