Generally, Chuck was the sort of man to give plenty of warning before a visit. This was much to your benefit, as it gave you plenty of time to make your living space presentable, and to polish the embellished story of your life that kept Chuck's judgement away from you.

Today, he did not warn you.

When the two knocks sounded on the door, you had been expecting a delivery. A glance through the peephole instead revealed Chuck, waiting with a blank expression.

You couldn't pretend you weren't home, he would have seen the lights on. Nor did you have time to sort much of anything before you let him in.

No, you'd be subject to the wrath of Chuck one way or another.