[He doesn't go after her immediately, taking advantage of the chance not to be caught in the act of looking around the main room of her apartment and seeing what memory it stirs. Very little, except for what's already familiar from her old place, and the condo they share(d). Her tastes don't change.
After a couple of minutes his attention turns to what's new rather than what's old, pictures, things from the city itself, and it's then that he feels like he's snooping. Rather than dwell, he puts his head around the kitchen door.]
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After a couple of minutes his attention turns to what's new rather than what's old, pictures, things from the city itself, and it's then that he feels like he's snooping. Rather than dwell, he puts his head around the kitchen door.]
So I got a job. Two, actually.