Gumshoe lands a gentle knock on your front door, eyes cast down to his watch. He got here early enough, he thinks to himself. He's been very busy the last few days, but he's managing. It's only two o'clock, after all, and—

..actually, is his watch on upsidedown? He blinks down at it. He blinks again. And again.

Definitely upsidedown.

After casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody has noticed, he begins to fumble with his watch. Wonderful.

Has he even knocked yet? He forgets. Absentmindedly, he stops what he's doing to knock again, but you open the door before his knuckles can make contact.