Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.
Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.
Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...
Ding dong.
Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!
"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"
"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...
Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...
I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."
"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"
"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"
"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."
"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"
"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."
"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"