(Wallace is still waiting for that phone number)<br/><br/>The room was noticeably more velvet than the other rooms of the building, it's deep and intense color was an invitation for any couple to make serious love for about 24 hours before dying from a Viagra overdose. A maroon tinted fridge hummed next to a stove-grill combo on the right side of the room, which was barren of any carpet and instead had a pink and red checkered tile floor. And on the left was a desk with many papers stacked on a pile, complimented with a pen which was head deep into a vial of ink. The carpeting was otherworldly. Upon stepping on the soft and cozy carpet with his bare feet, all of Jeremiah's tension and stress left his body with a sigh. "Man, if only I had a room like this to seduce all the crushes I've had." he remarks to himself. "They'd either love it, or throw up from all the red in the room." Jeremiah chuckled quietly, half because of his joke and half because he was in a state of bliss. "Miss, can this be the new breakroom?" He asked.