Where they had parted on a strange note, it seemed the slate was washed clean by the time Corinne arrived at the house that made her 1-bedroom apartment look like a peasant-owned matchbox. The setting was a little intimidating, she had to admit, and whatever bravery she found before seemed to have vanished. In their time apart, it seemed she fell back into the role as a humble underling and not an equal on an<em>adult date</em>.<br/><br/>"Uh, hi," she stammered, and complied, stepping into the entryway of his conspicuously deserted home. "Jesus. I'm sorry, it's one thing to look at the place from the sidewalk, but...wow. This is even crazier than I thought..."