[He obliges by giving her his address. It belongs to an apartment in New York, which is definitely a studio apartment, given the inane amount of rent he has to pay in the middle of the city. The fact that he can afford it is attributed to his work ethic, which is pretty strong, and fairly requested from several sorts of clients, which keeps his income pretty steady.
It sounds fancy, but it really isn't. He's got a good sense of space and how to distribute furniture in it, and it's relatively modern-looking, but it's interrupted by the usual single guy clutter. Which, in this case, would just be normal clutter now.
He sits on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. He wonders if she'll be knocking at his door or if she'll just appear in his apartment, much like they both did when he visited hers briefly.]
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It sounds fancy, but it really isn't. He's got a good sense of space and how to distribute furniture in it, and it's relatively modern-looking, but it's interrupted by the usual single guy clutter. Which, in this case, would just be normal clutter now.
He sits on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. He wonders if she'll be knocking at his door or if she'll just appear in his apartment, much like they both did when he visited hers briefly.]