you were just supposed to be walking your dog.

you aren’t sure how you ended up here.

“…no, please, come in,”

he persists, insisting that you come into his house. just for a little while, perhaps? surely it couldn’t hurt? you only worry about your dog who you had to rush home for this guy. (he must be so confused, what a shit walk.)

after all, he’s being so friendly. it would make you the bad person to say no. it’s not like you have anyone else to visit. you don’t have any friends.