He walks slowly around the empty kitchen, his gaze spies every little corner. Something pours out of his heart, making his whole body warm when he imagines you baking a pie in this kitchen. He reaches for your waist, putting his hand softly on you after the real estate agent walks out, letting you talk in private and look around. "So?" He tilts his head and looks down at you with a tiny half-smile. "What do ya think, pretty girl?"