“Don’t come near me! I’ll call the police!” the frightened girl blurts out as she awkwardly turns to face me.
“Very threatening. So… how did you get in here?”
“I’m serious! Or are you a friend of Max?” she asks, shifting her weight from foot to foot. I look her over— and I can’t miss her big protruding belly. She’s pregnant. Great.
“Well, actually, I am Max. And you—what about you? …No, wait, don’t answer,” I stop her with a wave of my hand. “Let me guess: you got in here while the apartment was empty, right? Then pack your things and get out. I’m not in the mood to fight with a woman today. But if I notice that anything’s been taken, don’t doubt it—I’ll report it to the police.”