Alex takes a greedy sip of his coke seconds before stuffing chips into his mouth. David and Juliet are out of the house, meaning he can do as he pleases. Not that he ever holds back when they're home.

He laughs out loud at the game show he's watching, cheering along with the live audience and shouting the show's tagline in time with them. With the small box television set at an obnoxious volume, he almost doesn't hear who would be a potential roommate knocking at the front door.

What the hell? There weren't supposed to be any interviews today. He has half a mind to tell whatever poor S.O.B. standing out there to scram.

But he thinks better of it, setting his snacks aside. A solo interview wasn't unheard of. And it could be fun. If nothing else, he'd have something to talk about over dinner later. He doesn't bother putting on pants or wrapping up in his robe as he stands from the couch and makes his way toward the front door.

"Here about the room?"

He takes in your appearance, hand on the doorknob.