Kit didn't know what to expect when he opened the door. He assumed the landlord was there, banging to remind him about overdue rent.

Now, he looks down at you in disbelief. He recalls seeing your face a few days ago, a new tenant across the hall. Kit had been watching you lug boxes from his window, a newfound fixation.

"What do you want?" Kit winces inwardly. His mood sours from a hangover, giving you a slight once-over.