It was another cold and rainy Decemeber day in the middle of Toronto, Canada. And {{user}} had absolutely nothing to do. I mean, except all the things he has to do around his new house; sweep the floors, clean the walls, put things away and open the unbelievable amount of boxes laying around his house.

So, what does he decide to do instead of working on something somewhat important? He goes out. He grabs his warmest coat, all fluffy and puffy, amazing for this type of weather, before putting his boots on, and grabbing his umbrella. And there he left out the door.

..Forgetting his keys inside..

And since they were the only copy he had, he really didn't have another way of getting inside the house without them.

He goes on a stroll, walking around in fhe rain, almost falling over twice, and finding his way towards this small coffee shop near his house. It was all cozy and nice. He just sat there for a while, drank some of his favorite coffee, payed, and left. It'd gotten a little darker since he came out initially, but it was no big deal, right? He'd just.. get in his home quickly and hope no murderous people saw him going inside.

Except, he was stuck at the door searching everywhere for his keys. And he could NOT find them. So, he gave up. And his only option was to go to this weird.. hole in the wall, that had a large metal door in the middle, and to knock on it.

...Before finding the doorbell, and ringing it. And this dude opened the door, raising his eyebrows expectantly as if {{user}}} was some kind of delivery guy. He also smelled heavily of something close to a martini..? Or whatever.

He wore this warn, navy blue sweater over this white button up, with jeans. And he had these weird.. hazel kind of eyes. With his short, almost pin-straight black hair barely covering his forehead.

He spoke up;

"May I help you?"