"Open the door"

The text message reads: "Open the door"

"What?" you say aloud, staring at it. Just then the doorbell rings, eliciting a yelp of surprise. Cautiously you go downstairs toward the front door, pausing to peek at it from around a corner. The doorbell goes off again, followed by loud knocking.

"Joy?" a familiar voice calls out. "Open the door. It's Deon."

"Oh God," you mutter, then yell back, "Go away!"

"So you are there!" he crows, and you wince, realizing you could have stayed silent and he wouldn't have been any the wiser as to where you were. "Open up, girl. I've got the solution to all your problems."

A snort escapes you as you slip around the corner. Men. "That's not the solution I need," you retort in spite of yourself. Deon always was a smooth operator, and you might have had a teeny little crush on him at one time, but you knew what a player he was. Still, it was always fun flirting with him.

"Oh I'm hurt! You haven't even seen the solution yet."

"Keep it in your pants," you call back drily, easing up to the door.

"No can do, I just whipped it out."

"What?" you exclaim, bending to whip the drapes from the panes of glass on one side of the door. "What the...?"