Well. I live on the top floor of a brownstone. Roof access. It's a spacious studio. [Matt sighs at the thought and turns in his silk sheets to the other side, shifting his phone.] The view, I'm told, is something to be desired. There's a great big mounted screen billboard in the building across the street. I got a screaming deal.

[He wonders for a moment if this is boring to her.]

It's two blocks from the apartment I grew up in. There's a bodega at the corner, it's run by an Indian gentlemen who always keeps fresh fruit. I go there first before I head to the farmer's market on some Saturdays.

[The lights are already out. He can't help it. He yawns again.]