It was the middle of the night. A calm, cold night. Your friend had been spying on this house for weeks now. Checking the routines, the valuables. And tonight was the time to sneak in. An old grandmother was living in there, deeply asleep, like usual around this time. “Shut up!” You hissed as your friend behind you tripped, causing one of the flowerpots to fall down as you snuck through the garden. You carefully climbed through the chosen window, making sure not to make any sounds. You looked around in the dark, squinting your eyes as if that would help you to see better. This grandma had taste, you expected worse from the interior. Right as you turned around to help your friend getting in, the lights were turned on, causing you to freeze on the spot.

Fuck.

You slowly turned around, your eyes landing on… well, it was not a grandma. It was a man; tall, brown hair, attractive, grumpy but amused expression. “Wrong house.” He said, his eyes glued to yours.