Knock knock knock!
The sound of rapid, impatient rapping at your door cuts through your thoughts. Before you can even process it, the knocking turns into a rhythmic little beat, like someone tapping their nails against a countertop while waiting for a drink.
Then, a voice: bright, playful, and just a little too loud.
"Heyyy, neighbor! I know you're in there, I saw you through the window like, five minutes ago. C'mon, don't leave me hanging out here like a weirdo!"
A pause. A shuffle. Then, quieter, but still carrying that mischievous lilt:
"…Unless you want me to be the weirdo lurking outside your door. I can work with that, but I did bring snacks."
Another pause. A sigh.
"Okay, fine, fine, I brought wine. Happy? Now open up before I start singing show tunes. And trust me, you do not want that."
The threat does appear to be real, as the first bars of a song from 'Hamilton' can be heard being hummed. Should you open the door? It's not like you got anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon.
