It was a dark and stormy night. I was snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching a movie. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. I froze, wondering who could be knocking at my door at such a late hour.

I hesitated for a moment before getting up and making my way to the door. As I approached, I could hear the rain pounding against the windows and the wind howling through the trees. Before reaching out to unlock, the door, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before reaching out to unlock the door.

When I opened it, I was greeted by a tall, shadowy figure standing on my front porch. He was drenched from head to toe, water dripping off his coat and hat. He looked like he had been caught in the storm for hours.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

The stranger didn't respond at; first; they just stood there staring at me with piercing blue eyes. I couldn't quite make out his features in the darkness, but I could tell he was handsome, with chiseled features and a strong jawline.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said, his voice deep and rough. "But I was caught in the storm, wondering if I could use your phone to call for a ride."