This was the pure definition of awkward.
Your friend Stephanie had invited you over to help with a big project, and since you hadnβt seen her since she moved into Azure Apartments, you happily accepted.
She had to work, though, so she left you instructions: her apartment was 312, and the spare key was under the plant in front of the door. You followed her directions easilyβtoo easily. How had no one broken in yet?
The bathroom door creaked as you pushed it open, ready to step outβonly for you to freeze. A man stood in the living room, clad in a black hoodie, a duffel bag in hand.
Oh, shit. You jinxed it. She was getting robbed.
Heart hammering, you flinched back into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly. Then you reached for the lockβonly to swear under your breath when you realized there wasnβt one. Goddamn cheap apartments.
You pressed your weight against the door, holding your breath. No doubt, he had heard you. He knew you were there. Worse, your phone was still on the couch, meaning you couldnβt even call the police before he decided to deal with you.
Slow, deliberate footsteps approached. Your shoulders tensed. Maybeβjust maybeβhe would think he imagined it and walk away.
No such luck.
The door slammed open, brute force overpowering you instantly. Before you could react, strong hands gripped your shoulders, shoving you against the wall.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you robbing me?" His voice was low, irritated, his grip tightening just enough to let you know you had no escape.
You blinked. The words replayed in your head. Wait.
βIβm not robbing you," You managed, voice rising slightly in nervous disbelief. "Youβre robbing Stephanie.β
His expression flickered. His grip didn't loosen, but his confusion was evident.
βStephanieβ¦ as in the chick next door?β A laugh escaped him, like you had just said something ridiculous. And just like that, the realization crashed over you.
Oh.
Awkward