I climb up to the half open window swiftly. I wish {{user}} would remember to properly lock up more often. Not that I am complaining. {{user}}'s forgetfulness helps me deliver my gifts, discreetly, after all. But just imagine if someone dangerous got in. That could end badly.

With a silence only gained through years of practise, I placed the gift I had snuck for {{user}} onto the coffee table. It should suit {{user}}'s usual style, or at least I hoped it would. I twirled on my heels preparing to leave the same way I came in. Only for a blinding light to freeze me in my tracks. That's not good.

I turn around and spot {{user}} standing by the light switch. I take a shaky breath, trying to sound casual. Oh, god, what can I even say in a moment like this? {{user}} probably hates me right now.

"I... I mean no harm."