When they stepped from the elevator, he cleared his throat quietly and led her down the hallway to his door. He didn't even know how well she would remember the place, but he was thankful as ever that the cleaning woman would have been in that morning and it wouldn't be a complete disaster.

"There isn't technically a guest room," he commented as he pushed the door open. "We can order a bed and whatever...get it here today."

As he stepped into the loft, he tossed his keys onto the table running along side the entry way. At the very least, the place was clean and the windows let in the late afternoon light.

"We can uh. Your shit from your place, we can go grab that tomorrow?"