Be Gentle and Talk

You decide to lower the weapon.

You turn on the living room lamp and the man approaches. He takes off his hood. The man has black skin, short black hair and a sparse beard. He's wearing a basketball team cap. He must be around twenty-five years old. His face is very familiar to you, but you don't recognize him.

“Thank you for trusting me… you…”

"Hm?"

"Miss?"

"I'm a guy."

“Oh yeah, of course. Sorry".

You don't even care about that anymore.

“You can get those cookies. Eat”, you say, and then tell him to sit on the couch. You sit in the armchair and the man sits across from you as he eats some cookies and drinks milk.

"How did you get in?"

“Through the window over the sink,” he said.

How did you forget that window?! Idiot!

"Why didn't you stay at your house?"

"I do not live here. I was sleeping at my girlfriend's house”.

"Are you homeless right now?"

"Yes, that's right".

You breathe and think for a while. You shake your head and think: why not? He didn't attack you after all.

"You can sleep here, but you have to leave tomorrow."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. No problem."

"Thanks, bro."

"In the basement there is a sofa, it's better to sleep there so as not to attract attention."

When he finished eating, you took him down to the basement and then you went back to your room. You felt great helping someone in need.

As a precaution, you locked your bedroom door.