Unwanted Company

"Klaus?" I call, staring at him expectantly. He is standing in the threshold of my apartment, probably trying to come in, but I'm holding the door. I don't want him inside my apartment. I don't want anyone here, for fuck's sake.

"Uh, can I come in?" He asks, hands crossed behind his back, his eyes roaming the inside of my sitting room.

"No, you can't. I'm sorry, you can't," I say, shaking my head.