"Just a minute," a voice calls. You tap your foot.
Suddenly the door opens. Before you stands Stephen. He's a young man of average build and height, wearing jeans and a PJ Harvey t-shirt. He has blue eyes and brown hair. You note his rippling shoulder muscles.
"How do?" he asks. "You must be the web user I was expecting. Want me to show you around my apartment?"
[YES, THANKS, THAT WOULD BE NICE.]
[NO, I REALLY DON'T. THAT'S A STUPID IDEA.]