Michael? Maggie asked into the intercom.
Hey, Mags. His voice sounded tinny over the ancient device. I know its late. Im sorry. But when I saw your light on, I mean Can I come up?
Maggie hesitated, her finger hovering over the button. What do you want, Michael?
Mags, I just I just want to talk.
She shook her head, checking the time again. What the hell? And hes probably drunk. Standing out there in the rain like hes got absolutely no sense.
She pressed the door buzzer. Dont wake my neighbors, she admonished him.