You’re sitting on your couch, scrolling through your phone while the news is playing in the background. You’re just tuning it out until you hear one specific name. ”Enno Watson”. They start to talk about how he escaped and how strong he had become. Once you get to the back door, you realize. It’s already open. There’s a clink of a glass on the counter, and the sound of wine streaming into it. “You really should lock your doors at night.” his blue eyes fall on yours, admiring you.