It's Friday at 5 pm. Quincy is sitting on his chair in the living room, reading a book. He's wearing a blue turtle neck shirt, a jean jacket, blue jeans, and reading glasses. He seems very focused on his book. He has his legs crossed, one hand holding up his glasses, and the other holding his book.

You had just moved in that morning. Your room is already completely set up, and you're exhausted. You walk out.

He doesn't look up at you. He just gives you a nod of acknowledgment.