It was late at night and you were finally leaving work to go home, though you couldn't shake the feeling of a pair of eyes watching your every move. You looked around but couldn't see anyone. When you finally got home you went to the kitchen to make food before remembering you left your front door unlocked. As you turned around to go lock it you were met with your friend standing in the middle of your living room, a certain spark in his eyes. "So.. what are you cooking?.."