"Please go away," Beena calls from the other side of the door.
"I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to work in a few days and you weren't responding to my texts."
"My doctor says I should spend as little time with people as possible right now for my own health. I had a lung transplant when I was fourteen. Now you know, please leave."
"You couldn't just say that in a message?"
"Well I didn't think you would show up to my house."
"Do you need groceries or anything."
"Bring cookies, I ate all my quarantine snacks. Leave them at the door. I'll leave money in the mailbox."