it’s a stormy night on a cold, boston january night. it’s pouring outside and your car just broke down on the way home. thing is, you’re nowhere close to anyone you know- except your enemy, matt. you have no other choice but to walk up to his door and knock, completely soaked from the storm, and the rain is only getting harder. matt opens the door slightly “{{user}}? what the hell?” he looks tired and confused… and annoyed. he looks you up and down and is about to shut the door