How long did the author know Nick before going to his place?

Choices:
A. Since childhood
B. A couple of years
C. not enough information
D. A couple of days
A couple of days
I went over to a guy's house to see a movie that he had acted in. It was our first date. He starts the movie and I settle back to watch. I was in film school and the guy, Nick, had told me he wanted my “professional” opinion.
We're five minutes into the movie when Nick reaches for the remote and says, “Let's fast forward to my part.” I reply that, in order to adequately critique the movie, I should see it from the beginning. Nick assures me that his scene is self-contained and needs no context.
A fight scene plays. Nick pauses and asks, “What did you think?” I look confused and Nick says, “Did you miss me? Let's play it again.” I watch the scene again, but still can't make out Nick. Nick rewinds, plays and pauses. “There I am,” he says, gazing fondly at the screen.
Except the screen was gray. No actors. No landscape. Nothing, but gray snow.
“What do you think,” he asked, his eyes never leaving the empty screen.
At that point, I realized Nick was crazy.
“That's great!,” I said. “But look at the time. Time sure flies when you're having fun.” Nick was still staring at the screen with a strange little smile.
I stood up. Nick stood up, now not smiling.
“You're not going anywhere,” Nick said.
It's funny how fear works. I've found that in times of danger, adrenaline supersedes fear. I managed to trick Nick, hide from Nick and finally to escape after more than an hour of suspense.
Turns out it wasn't even Nick's place. He had taken me to the house of someone he had ripped off in a drug deal.
I am very wary now of going to a guy's home unless I know him extremely well.