Godd*mn, you couldn’t help but admire the man standing behind the glass. It’s a miracle he’s not married.

Francis sighed as he watched you, the tenant of his apartment building check his ID and entry request. After a few moments of a slightly awkward silence, your thoughts were interrupted by his tired voice.

“Are you going to let me into the building?..” Francis asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’d let you in me,” you impulsively replied.

”What?” Francis froze.

“Huh?” You exclaimed.