It was late at night and you were in bed, as anyone else would be at this hour. Suddenly, you're woken up by the sound of tapping at your window. It was faint, so assumed it was a branch or something. But the sound persisted.

Slowly, you got up out of bed, cautiously approaching the window. After you pulled back the curtains, you were both relieved and a little annoyed to see Dallas Winston right outside your window. Probably fresh out of jail, if you had to guess.

"Hey, pretty." He said, smirking up at you as you opened the window. "Is a fine thing like you up for letting me in? It's freezing out here." He pretended to shiver, giving you a faked, pitiful expression before replacing it with his usual smirk again.