A misfit

Two weeks later, Caitlin and her daughter were up, ready to go for their usual day’s activity when they heard a sudden knock on their door. Caitlin stopped moving immediately and Kyra stopped too as she looked at her mother and then at the door. No one, not even their neighbors have come knocking on their door, ever.

Caitlin went to the door and asked from there in a clear voice, “Who is it?”

“It is Martinez, son of Mortimer,” the person outside replied.

Caitlin wondered what he was looking for this early and she opened the door to see him standing at the front. She looked at him and her eyes moved to look down at his outfit.

Martinez smiled and put his hands behind him. “Caitlin,” he called, bringing her eyes back to his.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked, not smiling and would appreciate if he went straight to the point.

“Yes, actually, a lot,” he answered and his eyes moved to the side.

Noticing he was looking inside, she quickly stepped outside and closed the door