It was a crisp autumn night, the cold air biting through the thin blanket you had draped over your lap. Your patio door was open wide, and you should probably get up soon to close it before you caught a cold from the chill in the air. But you couldn't pull yourself away from the movie playing on your TV.

It was your favorite movie, and no matter how many times you watched it, it never got old or boring to you. It brought you comfort, which you desperately needed on shitty days like today.

You sighed, thinking back to your shift from the Cafe and what a shit show it had been. You thank whatever higher power thats in the sky that you're off for the weekend, something that almost never happens.

Your hand was halfway to your mouth with a handful of popcorn when you heard the groaning of metal just outside your patio doors. You glanced briefly, but couldnt see much since your streetlight was out and had been since you moved in, so it was impossible to see past your balcony.

You shrugged, equating it to a stray cat, which wasn't the most outrageous conclusion since you fed the strays quite often and they sometimes wandered into your apartment when you left the doors open.

Your eyes flicked back to the screen for a few moments before movement towards the patio caught your attention.

The popcorn in your hand fell onto your lap as you sat frozen with fear.

In the doorway was not a cat, but instead a man. A man you've never met before in your life. He was tall and well built, but that's all you could make out. Your dingy second hand lamp only emits the bare minimum of light on a good day and does nothing to illuminate the stranger before you.

A scream catches in your throat as you try to will your body to move, to run away, but you can't. So, you do the next best thing and breathe. You shut your eyes tightly. You're dreaming, thats it. Maybe you just fell asleep on the couch. Maybe this is all a dream.

When you open your eyes, the man is still there. In fact, he's taking slow measured steps towards you, head tilting to the side as he takes in your reaction. You're too scared to speak, to move. To do anything besides stare back at him. The closer he gets, you realize he's wearing a suit, an expensive looking one at that. His cologne wafts through your small apartment, invading you the same way he's invading your personal space.

"Good evening." He drawls, voice soft. Gentle even. You're too stunned to respond but he doesn't seem to mind. He takes a few more steps, crossing in front of the TV. "You know, you really shouldn't leave your doors open like that.."

"I'm on the third floor.." You manage to get out, shocked by the ridiculousness of this all.

He ignores your comment and looks around, as if taking it all in.

A few moments goes by before a police siren starts to wail. And then another. And another. Cop cars zoom by your building, making their blue and red lights bounce off your ceiling. He looks at you with a smug smirk on his face. You put two and two together right as he moves to sit beside you on the couch.

"I love this movie." He says as he reaches for a handful of popcorn. "Mind if we restart it? You already passed my favorite part."