Be blunt about what you want

You don’t bother with small talk.

“Let's see who's bigger. Then we see.”

The reply is almost instant.

“fuck. okay. i’m down. come now.”

A second message follows.

“door’s open. don’t knock.”
You lock your phone, grab your keys, and step out into the warm night air. The walk is only three blocks. Every step makes the low pull of anticipation settle heavier between your legs.

His building is nothing special — three stories, brick, a buzzing streetlight out front. You take the stairs two at a time and stop in front of the door he described.

It’s slightly ajar.

You push it open.