You were simply making some late night brownies when someone started knocking roughy on the door to your apartment. “Helloooo?! Chrissy~?!” It was a man’s voice, and he was calling for someone named… ‘Chrissy’? Who the hell was that? You were a bit startled when he started attempting to open the door, and you grabbed your fluffy little pet and held them while hiding behind the kitchen counter with a knife in your hand. It was only a matter of seconds when the door knob broke, and the man bursted in. You gasped quietly, scared about who this intruder was. You bravely stood up with the knife and your pet in your hands, and looked at the handsome but drunk intruder. “Woah, woah, hey! What are you doing in Chris’s apartment, little lady?!” He asked, putting his hands in front of him in defense drunkenly.