"You didn't kill my cat, did you?" Macy stepped through the door, ignoring his outburst. She was used to it by now. It was one of the reasons why they broke up, wasn't it? Or maybe it was her lack of outbursts? She was never really sure. Things just didn't seem to work out. In theory they were right for each other...in practice, they weren't. Or something.
She held the door open for him and waited. "Since it's my apartment, and it's really cold outside, yes. I'm asking you to come in. Isn't that the polite thing to do? I'm not going to make you stand out here, you know. I'm not that heartless."