Take a shower

Topanga poured herself another cup of coffee, sat at the dining room table, and let the quiet in the apartment settle over her. She sat, enjoying the silence for about 15 minutes, before she let out a breath and said "Ok girl, time to get shit done."

And with that, she set her coffee mug down, turned off the pot, and headed back to her bedroom.

'First up,' she thought 'I should take a shower.'

If she had stayed in the kitchen a little longer, she might have noticed a suspicious figure prowling in the alley behind the building.

This is Bruce. Bruce was a petty thief and small-time crook. He had been tipped off by a friend that made deliveries to the building that there was an old man with a lot of antique junk in his home that left every day around this time to go into the city to visit family.

Bruce, hoping for a big score, looked up the building and began to count the windows. He had to start over a few times, but finally he was sure he knew which one to go into. His buddy told him that he left the window unlocked the last time he dropped something off at at the old man's place.

So, with another deep sigh to calm his nerves, he began to scale up the fire escape. He took his time, trying not to make a lot of noise so as not to arouse any suspicion.

It was slow and tedious going, but finally, he reached the window he was aiming for. Except it wasn't the right window. In his nervousness, he had gone up two floors higher and missed his target's window.

What he did find though, was the window to Topanga's apartment. And Riley, being a spacey teenage girl, had forgotten to lock the window behind her on her way out that morning. She often used the fire escape to go meet up with her friends and her parents had told her a thousand times to lock it up behind her when she came back. She had promised her mother the night before that she would make sure to get the lock in the morning. But, in her haste, she had forgotten yet again.

And so, finding the window unlocked, Bruce believed he found the right place. Slowly and quietly he moved the window up. He took one last look around to make sure no one had spotted him and then slipped inside.

He set the window back down, leaving it slightly cracked in case he needed to leave in a hurry. He did this slowly as well, careful not to make any noise. When he was finally satisfied the window was in a good position, he turned around and stopped dead in his tracks. This certainly didn't look like some old man's apartment.

'Hell,' he thought to himself 'this looks like a whole family lives here.'

He wandered around the apartment for a few moments, a sound in the background slightly distracting him. They did have a lot of nice shit he thought to himself. Maybe this wouldn't be a total loss. He began to surveil the various appliances and other sundry items in the apartment that he'd easily be able to take away with him.

'I wonder if they got any jewelry,' he thought as he walked to the back hall. He entered a master bedroom and began to look around when his attention was suddenly brought to a door that led to the bathroom. He now realized what sound that had been bothering him was. It was the sound of a shower running. He'd only just now noticed because the shower had stopped.

He froze as the door to the bathroom opened, and a pretty, dark-haired woman walked out wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair. She took a few steps into the room before she turned and noticed him and she too froze.

They looked at each other for a few moments before a look of panic appeared on her face. Before she could say anything Bruce pointed at her and said in an authoritative but not overly loud voice "Don't fucking move or say a word bitch. I will fucking kill you!"

The woman froze in place, her eyes wide with fear.

'Great,' Bruce thought, 'what the hell do I do now?'

As he pondered this, he let his eyes travel over the woman. 'Damn,' he thought, 'she's hot.'

A dirty thought entered his mind and he began to think that maybe this job wouldn't be a total loss after all.