“No you don’t. You don’t live at apartment 1206 on Cannon Street, because I do. I’ve lived here for three years. I wouldn’t just forget, or mix-up, something like that.” He looked at the door to the room as he spoke, and then back to the girl, who seemed to be trying to get around him to go to the elevator. “No. wait!” He walked around her and blocked her for a moment. “Look. I know that’s my apartment. You walk in, and the kitchen is on your left. There is a bathroom on the right, and a chip on the right side of the sink from…well, one day I was redecorating when I was a bit tispy. Anyway, there is a closet after that, and then the door to the first bedroom, with an en suite bathroom. On the other side is the living room, and dining area.” He paused, giving up on the explanation. Most of the apartments looked the same, and she had just been inside, likely robbing the place. Of course she knew what the apartment looked like.

“And fuck. I don’t even care if you were trying to steal anything. I just… I’ve had a rough night, and I can’t find my keys.” He couldn’t remember his night, which was probably enough of an indicator that it was rough. In any case, she didn’t have a huge bag on her, so he didn’t think that she had gotten away with much, if that had been her purpose.

“Is it open?” He questioned, looking at the door. He didn’t remember seeing her lock it, not that he had been paying the most attention to her at the time. He stepped around her again, and walked over towards the door. “I’ll just go back to my apartment, and give you a head start before I call the cops. Deal?” He went all the way over to the door placing his hand around the knob once more. He was feeling much more aware of what was going on, and had dismissed his earlier snafu as whatever was left in his system. Now, he would certainly be able to do something as simple as open the door and get into his home.

His fingers closed into a fist, rather than wrapping around the knob. “What…the fuck!?!” He yelled, pulling his hand in frustration. “What the fuck did you do to my knob?” He paused, and then began to blush, looking down and then looking back at the girl. That [i]knob[/i] wasn’t the one he had meant at all “My door…what did you do to my door?” He questioned, his voice full of frustration.