12-25-2015, 05:04 AM
Will shot him a 'I know you're lying to me but I'm going to let it slide' glare before he shrugged his shoulders and pulled open one of the drawers in the cabinet. "You don't have silverware either," he sighed before he shook his head. "Come on. I got all the junk the old tenant left and never came back for."
He waved Steve through the door and into his modest but well loved apartment. Two book shelves full of books, pictures, and magazines lined the wall. A worn but sturdy couch sat in the middle of the floor with a thick blanket folded over the back. A recliner with a tv stand angled so the old man could watch his tv. This was a home.
"Come this way," he told Steve before he walked into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box. "Dishes and silverware along with some dish towels. Should be enough for you."
He waved Steve through the door and into his modest but well loved apartment. Two book shelves full of books, pictures, and magazines lined the wall. A worn but sturdy couch sat in the middle of the floor with a thick blanket folded over the back. A recliner with a tv stand angled so the old man could watch his tv. This was a home.
"Come this way," he told Steve before he walked into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box. "Dishes and silverware along with some dish towels. Should be enough for you."