"Hey."

You stare up at the man who rang your doorbell. There aren't many people who come around when your husband isn't home, usually just your friends, and he's away a lot. So who is this guy? A work friend or something?

"Sorry, I don't believe we've met," you say with an apologetic smile. "I think I'd recognise you if we had."

He snickers. He certainly is noticeable, and he's aware of it - the port wine stain, the industrial, and the lip piercing all make him stand out.

"We haven't."