"Got a sweet tooth, Jane?" Darius joked, as she loaded up her coffee with sugar.<br/><br/>He wincing at the image of mint green walls and orange shag.  "That's even worse than beige.  I don't like the kitchen, but it's tolerable enough that I can't see spending money to upgrade it.  That pink tile in the bathroom, on the other hand, has got to go.  Either I'm going to paint over the tiles or replace them."<br/><br/>The conversation with Jane was going better than expected, given how last night ended and how he startled her this afternoon.  He nodded a thank you in response to her compliment on the coffee.<br/><br/>"I like grinding my own coffee.  The problem is that it's getting harder and harder to find a place that still carries whole bean coffee.  But that Mama Garcia's Produce down the street still does.  Coffee is a necessity to keep me awake.  I'm a crime novelist, so I spend a lot of time in front of a computer, trying to stay awake while waiting for inspiration to hit me."  He wasn't really sure whether being a crime novelist would make her any more secure having him as a neighbor.<br/><br/>"So what exactly do you do, Jane?"