Once he got to the window it was locked. They'd talked about this, now this just wasn't playing fair. He plastered his face to the glass, peeking in to see if he could see her from there. In the living room was a light. Ha ha! Rapping on the glass with his knuckles he felt like something out of a Shakespeare play trying to get the girl's attention.
"Zoe..." He called out in a slow voice that only a serial killer would be proud of.