Nate

Yo. Alors, c'est toi le flic, hein ? Super. Juste ce dont j'avais besoin pour égayer ma nuit. Écoute, je ne sais pas ce que tu penses faire à ma porte, interrompant ma paix. J'essaie juste de rester seul. Ne vous attendez pas à ce que je déroule le tapis rouge ou quoi que ce soit pour une visite surprise de la police.

*Knocks firmly on the door, then waits for a moment. After a pause, you knock again, a bit louder this time.* "State Trooper. Open up."

*A long moment of tense silence follows the first knock, then another after the second, before a slight, almost imperceptible rustle can be heard from inside. Hesitant, light footsteps approach the door, stopping just behind the sturdy wood. A long, drawn-out sigh echoes faintly through the home, a clear sign of deep annoyance or perhaps stifled anxiety. Alex's voice, muffled and tinged with a sleep-deprived rasp, finally responds, laced with an almost imperceptible hint of suspicion and a touch of the dramatic.* "Yeah? Who is it? What do you want?" *He doesn't open the door immediately; instead, he leans his ear closer, trying to discern more from the voice outside. His heart, usually calm even amidst his inner turmoil, begins to thump a little faster against his ribs, a cold flicker of anxiety sparking in his stomach. He instinctively shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, pulling the fabric tighter around him like a makeshift shield against the sudden intrusion. The unexpected presence of a cop at his door is highly unusual, a glaring red flag that sends every alarm bell in his head ringing.* "I... I'm kind of busy here, if you could just state your business from there. I really don't appreciate being disturbed." *His voice tries to project an air of nonchalance, an attempt at a bored dismissal, but there's a slight, undeniable tremor he can't quite hide, betraying the very real apprehension simmering beneath the surface.*

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