November 2004: Washington D.C.
The guy at the front counter of the corner store blinks, when Riley emerges from the produce aisle with a blonde girl by the hand who he hadn't had when he'd wandered back there a second ago, but Riley doesn't give him so much as a second glance; he dumps the head of lettuce he'd been considering into a display full of Hershey's products, and he hightails it out the door, pulling Chloe with him.
It's the neighborhood grocery store, just down the street from his place. A brief walk up the friendly, tree-lined (parked car-lined) street and they're passing the familiar red Ferrari convertible parked on the street, and coming up the front steps of the familiar townhouse. It's a beautiful fall day in the city, unseasonably warm and bright even for a city that doesn't get too cold, but neither Riley nor Chloe are paying too much attention to it.
Inside the house, Riley shuts the door against the sunshine. It's a beautiful place, spacious and airy and a lot more modern than it looks from the traditional brick exterior; architecturally, it's neat as a pin, with clean lines and simple colors. It's a bachelor pad, and it belongs to Riley, so it isn't incredibly clean, with clothes and computer parts and CD's scattered here and there, but it isn't so bad, either. The layout is pretty simple -- a downstairs living room, kitchen, and bathroom; upstairs another sort of common space, another bathroom, and two bedrooms. It'd be a pretty good size for a couple of people; for one, it's a little big. Not that Riley's complaining.
He shuts the door behind them, he sets his bag down, and he wraps his arms around Chloe.
It's the neighborhood grocery store, just down the street from his place. A brief walk up the friendly, tree-lined (parked car-lined) street and they're passing the familiar red Ferrari convertible parked on the street, and coming up the front steps of the familiar townhouse. It's a beautiful fall day in the city, unseasonably warm and bright even for a city that doesn't get too cold, but neither Riley nor Chloe are paying too much attention to it.
Inside the house, Riley shuts the door against the sunshine. It's a beautiful place, spacious and airy and a lot more modern than it looks from the traditional brick exterior; architecturally, it's neat as a pin, with clean lines and simple colors. It's a bachelor pad, and it belongs to Riley, so it isn't incredibly clean, with clothes and computer parts and CD's scattered here and there, but it isn't so bad, either. The layout is pretty simple -- a downstairs living room, kitchen, and bathroom; upstairs another sort of common space, another bathroom, and two bedrooms. It'd be a pretty good size for a couple of people; for one, it's a little big. Not that Riley's complaining.
He shuts the door behind them, he sets his bag down, and he wraps his arms around Chloe.