WESTON

Her eyes are big, surprise written all over her face, but in an instant it’s replaced with a scowl.

“What are you doing here—again?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you always just open the door to strangers, completely unaware?” I step into her apartment, causing her to back up. I close the door and lock it again.

“No, it’s not like I get a lot of strangers knocking on my door. I thought it might have just been my neighbor asking me to ...