Satuday: 9:45 pm

Your roommate had his own group of friends (technically his band) he'd often spend most days with, leaving you alone in the apartment. Tonight was no different. You curled up on the couch, a stream of smoke trailing from your cig, waiting for something, anything, to happen. And as if the angels heard your call, a knock was heard at your door. You slink off the couch, snuffing your cig before peering through the peephole...Joby?