Yes!! The whole thing about how Emma dealt with knock on the door and the recovery from the kiss by the devilishly handsome leather clad “stranger.” Glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed something about this.
First, any New Yorkers here?? If you live in a building in NYC with a locked front door and you have a guest there are generally two ways this is handled. One, there is an intercom out front and you buzz the apartment you want, tell the person you are out front and they unlock the door from inside their apartment for you. In swankier places, there are doorman and they call up to your apartment to announce your arrival and once they have your approval, allow you to pass to access the elevator to go up to your apartment.
So if you are sitting around eating breakfast in an apartment in a building with a locked front door and someone knocks you are not just going to walk over in your pajamas and open the door without asking who the heck it is before opening it. And when you do open it to discover a leather clad “stranger” who swoops in to kiss you, you aren’t going to calmly just turn around to your kid and be like “Hmm, wrong apartment – he obviously meant to kiss the blonde woman down the hall. No worries. You are most likely going to be concerned. Unless you AREN’T concerned because this guy doesn’t seem like a stranger to you after all – even though your natural instinct is to knee him in the nads.
And the knock at the door?? Ever get a phone call from someone when as soon as the phone rang you knew exactly who it was (not because of caller ID or because they said they were going to call or because there was a reason they would call). But just because you KNEW it was them. This actually happened once with my husband before we were dating but when I already liked him. He was calling for a random reason but as soon as the phone rang I KNEW it was him. I kind of got that feeling with Emma wit the knock at the door. Like, she wasn’t expecting anyone to be knocking at the door because she wasn’t expecting company but at the same time that knock on her door was not unexpected – kind of like in some unconscience level she knew who was going to be on the other side of the door.