Theodore wondered if he was in Josh's kitchen more than his own. He looked at the detailing of the kitchen, his chestnut eyes glancing at the clock on the stove. Bastard has had me waiting here twenty minutes. He knew Josh tended to be late, so he was used to it. Realizing he was left waiting again, he groaned, pushing himself away from the counter. He gazed at the framed pictures in the hallway. His eyes flitted around, eyeing a picture of {{user}} .