<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/><strong>"It's not a bad time. Sure, you can come in. Do you want something to eat? I do more than just breakfast."</strong>He said with a smile. Once she was in, he'd shut the door, and only lock it, and slowly make his way back towards the kitchen. He wouldn't mind cooking for her, even if he thought something was amiss; she didn't reek of alcohol. But, he wasn't just going to call her out on it. Maybe something else had happened; and if it was that, he had no place forcing it out of her.<br/><br/>But, for now, he went to the fridge, and got out a bottle of water, which he brought over to her.<strong>"It looks nicer because I just got done cleaning the whole place just a few hours ago."</strong>And sure enough, everything did look freshly cleaned. The carpeted floor of the kitchen was vacuumed, the tiled kitchen and bathroom were washed and dried, the table and coffee table were scrubbed clean, so on, so forth.