The doormats continued to disappear no matter how many times you replaced them, they just kept disappearing into oblivion. You had spoken to a couple of your neighbours to see if they had experienced the same thing but no one had.

The building wasn't completely secure but it was safe enough. No one was going to be getting into the building and going to the first floor to take your doormat. So you knew it had to be someone that knew you, and for some reason picked revenge via doormat; one of your neighbours or someone that knew your neighbours.

You opened your front door instantly looking to the floor, exclaiming a foul word at the lack of a doormat. Looking up once again your attractive male neighbour was stood there.

You let out a sigh, smiling at him.

"Hi Steve. Sorry. My doormat is gone again," you sighed.

"Hello Y/N. It's okay, it is a peculiar item to steal repeatedly," he stated.

You shrugged.

"Anyway, I was about to come to your apartment to ask you something."

"What did you want to ask?" you smiled.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the café around the corner. I'm guessing you've probably been there before seen as you've lived here longer than me, but I have only just discovered it," he said rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

You smiled at the blond.

"Like a date?"

"If you want it to be. If not we can just go as friends," he smiled softly.

"I like the sound of a date."

~*~

The café Steve had spoken of was one you had never been to, you had walked past it numerous amounts of times but you had never been in there until today.

You sat together by the window sipping your coffee and eating sandwiches they sold at the café.

"So how many doormats have you been through so far?" he asked.

"Twelve. I put a new one out last night and it was gone by the time I woke up. Honestly who steals doormats? Who steals twelve doormats from one person?"

"Who puts out twelve doormats?"

"Okay I know I should have given up by now, but I want to find out who is doing this. It is not normal behaviour," you sighed.

He let out a soft laugh.

"It seems like a futile fight," he stated.

"Shall we drop the topic of my doormat? This is supposed to be a date, it seems like a naff topic to discuss," you smiled softly, "so what brought you here? Our apartment building is hardly the Ritz."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.

Also I asked you guys whom you thought it was and someone guessed it practically on the head, so well done you.