There was something strange about the guy who stood near your apartment building every night when you come back from work. He’d stand there and tip his hat while smoking a cigar. Then open the door for you without saying a word. One night as you’re walking back from work, you notice he wasn’t there.

you looked around for him, when you accidentally bumped into him. He ever so slightly smiles, amused by your curiosity.

“Were you looking for me, Ms?”