Heather rolled her eyes and mentally swore up a storm in her head. He wasn't going to go away. She knew it. He was going to sit out there all night if he had to, keep her awake whining and moaning and rattling on and on until she either called the police or let him in. She didn't feel like dealing with the men in blue or whatever they wore nowadays, so she, unfortunately, had to go with the other option.
"Fine," she said, pulling the door open swiftly and stepping aside to let him in. "But keep the flowers and porn to yourself, I'm not interested."