Write a dramatic short story for me about Natalia who goes to a man's house who she believes is a boy from her past, Solomon. The man who answers the door has the same eyes as Solomon but is a stranger to her. He tries to recognize her and asks her what she needs and invites her inside.
Natalia steeled herself and knocked on the door. An infinity passed and only a few seconds later the door opened. A man who could be Solomon answered. He was wrapping a robe he had thrown over checkered pajamas, his dark hair tousled like he was fresh out of bed. They had the same eyes, at least, this man and Solomon from her memories. The same gunmetal blue, hollowed eyes widened in surprise as he readjusted the dark robe he wore. But nothing else was even close to the little boy who wasn’t related to her. In his place stood a strange man.

“Hello? Can I help you?’ he asked, his voice deep and unfamiliar, so alien to her ears.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. They stood there, staring at each other, and she watched the recognition and realization bleed into his expression. She knew she had found him.

“Natalia?” he asked. “Is that you? Natalia Sinclair?”

She nodded her head. Her throat constricted, and her stomach threatened to upend itself once more. 

“What are you doing here? It’s—” he paused and raised his right wrist, where an expensive watch sat comfortably, “—damn, it’s not even six o’clock. Is everything alright? How did you find me?”

“I need your help.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but he was kind enough to step aside and let her through into his home. His door clicked softly behind her, but it may as well have been a gunshot.