(Note: Had a slightly different idea.)
"Something bothering you?" Zoe said, taking a seat behind the desk. "If you can explain it to me, without using the word fuck every sentence, maybe I can help?"
"I didn't come to the door. I was f...here..." Robert insisted. "Then suddenly, it was like she didn't recognize me...and I...don't know why."
"Why are you dressed up like that?" Zoe asked.
"Because I don't buy in to all this conformist bullshit," Robert said.
"If you aren't in to this...why did you scare my wife? Why don't you just go home?"
"This is my home..."
Zoe looked at him. "Look...I believe you. But...I'm asking you...is this really where you want to be?
