Ari continued to wipe the tears from her cheeks, stopping after a moment and watching her quietly once more. She was gorgeous. There was no way he could deny that. And now he couldn't stop thinking about it either. Though at her question, he nodded slowly. "Yes, this is my home." Guess she didn't understand the word 'apartment'. He set the rag aside, still watching her even as she picked up the slip of paper. What could it mean to her? He couldn't even make any sense of what was written on it, so how could she? Standing slowly, he grabbed the rag, tossing it on a table. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked after a moment. It just felt too weird referring to her as a stranger. Even though she was a complete stranger, he would like to have known her name so he had something to call her. His back was turned to her as he started to clean up a little bit, waiting for her to answer. As odd as it may seem, and no matter how much of a stranger this girl was, she was still in his apartment and he didn't want her to think he was a messy person.