<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Theo was in the middle of shelving an armload of paint stained jars that no amount of washes could get rid of now, when he heard the noise form the outside drift in louder than if the door were closed, followed immediately by approaching footsteps. Theo thought nothing of it; it wasn't uncommon for one of his students to have left something behind. Regardless of how many times he reminded them to check that they had everything with them. <br/>
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"Check at the front d--" the blonde's words cut off by the unfamiliar voice and Theo whipped around, his eyes immediately going to the gun in the stranger's hand. <br/>
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Well, shit! <br/>
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He hadn't locked the front door. He hadn't locked the fucking door. Theo's gaze drifted from the gun to the face of the man holding it, and he froze. He'd seen this man somewhere before. He couldn't place where or when. But he was damn sure he'd seen this man at some point in passing. The heavy sense of foreboding that had stalked him for the past week finally making sense. He hadn't just been triggered by the anniversary of his families parent's death. His paranoia hadn't been unfounded. <br/>
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The relief that he wasn't crazy was short lived. The man's words only adding confusion to the apprehension that gripped at him, "I don't..." Theo shifted on his feet, eyes briefly trailing to the front exit before returning to the gunman, "Is it money you want?" Because why else would the man corner him alone with a gun?</span>