Jim was reclining in his chair, reading a decent book. Occasionally he would glance outside, seeing snow fall and wishing for summer. He sighed, removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead.
As he took his hand away from his forehead, he heard a scraping sound; something was moving on the carpet. He dropped his book and looked around for it, as Jim expected to be the only person here this weekend. As he looked he felt with his right hand for the drawer of the stand by his reclined, opening it and pulling out a pistol. He mustered his courage, and cocked the gun.
“If there’s anyone here you better tell me!” Jim could barely feel his voice falter but was overall very intimidating. His father always said the sound of a gun being cocked would bring out any intruders. Unfortunately, his father wasn’t right this time. Nothing moved.
As Jim started to walk around the house he noticed a scrap of paper on the floor in front of the mud room closet. He looked around for where it might have come from, noticing a table next to it. He started to feel rather silly about the gun as he knelt down to pick up the note.
**Hey Jim, just wanted to let you know that your fly is down.**
Jim checked, sure enough the note was right. He corrected it before he started looking for a pen. Once he did, he wrote the following, “**Thank you. Dinner tonight?** He left this note where he found the first one. As he sat back down in his chair he saw a female arm reach from the closet and grab the note. There was a very faint sound of pen on paper, and suddenly another note sat outside of the closet.
**Sure.**
Jim started getting ready for dinner, chucking to himself. His wife was definitely weird but she knew how to surprise him.
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