You walk with me into my apartment and it’s a little unusually disheveled. It now has a woman’s charm to it, and her clothing is decorating it. I can’t help but look over at you with a smirk.

“Did you move your stuff into my apartment?” I raised my eyebrows expectedly but, when you began to shake your head slowly no, my face falls as we both turn our heads hearing the toilet flush. The faucet begins to run followed by humming.