I sip my tea as if it really has some magical power to calm me, and then start my obligatory snooping. Hey, he wants to leave me unattended with all his stuff laying around, that’s on him.
The only place that looks remotely interesting is the stack of unpacked boxes. The whole thing seems out of place. The man takes neatness to serial killer levels. I’ve every intention of tearing through those boxes, but I like to save the best for last. Kind of like the promise of a dessert after a great meal.
I start over by the TV. Gone are the days of DVDs where one can quickly assess the deeper intricacies of a person’s personality from their choice in movies. Now, it’s much harder. I’ll have to break his Netflix password, and then scroll through the recently watched list, but I have a feeling it’l
