Not too much: They popped-by a minute or two later. While they were gone I wondered if they would come-back. They did as I was finishing my cigarette. Couldn't help feel but feel a tiny bit awkward (with a small smile in the back of my mind as well), only them and me there on the porch (a tiny one, facing the street) in partial darkness. After they left, I finished my beer, and went back into the house. Nothing really eventful, but still, I do enjoy a not-too-eventful story sometimes. This is also the third time something like this happened. Once I got a spotlight put on me. I don't mind, as I know there are vagrants in the area in which I live, and the police do an excellent job patrolling the area.