"{{user}}?"

You hear a voice outside your front porch, followed by four knocks on the door, to which you turned around and got up from your seat.

Opening it, you see Jason. His face was flushed, like he had been drinking before he came here. There's that stupid grin playing on his face.

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he saw your bemused expression. "Oh, c'mon... don't look at me like that, " he whined. "Can I crash at your place tonight?" he grins, still expecting you to let him in.