"Ahem. I heard the power was out in your building's hallway. A big shot like me can't get caught by the press, so I decided to get a workout in here. Not bad, I'm all sweaty."
Nora Ainsworth closed the door and scoffed, "Well then, President Grant, you carry on. I won't disturb you."
The door slammed shut. Quentin Grant stared at it, so stunned he forgot about his throbbing foot.
Nora leaned against the door, unmoving. After a while, she thought he had left and opened it again.
As luck would have it, he was still standing there.
"Are you trying to be a guardian spirit for my doorstep?"
Quentin Grant sneered. "Could a humble little place like yours even afford a venerable figure like me?"
Nora folded her arms. "Then why are you still standing here?"
"Can't I take a break?"
Nora was speechless. She grabbed her bag from inside, locked the door, and started to head downstairs.
Seeing her go down, Quentin Grant followed.
