John's apartment

They pull into John's apartment complex, he parks the car, and leads her into his apartment. John runs upstairs to grab some clothes, his toothbrush, and some pills. Doe wanders around investigating his apartment while he does this, and soon meets him upstairs as he's gathering the last of his things.

"I've never seen an apartment with an upstairs." She said, still gazing around.

"Yeah, it's sort of like a loftish townhousey thing." He replies, throwing his stuff into an old backpack. "Ready?"

Turning around to follow him, she responds "sure. And I think I know where I want to live now."

"Here?" He askes, shutting and locking his apartment door.

"Yeah, in this complex." She responds.

Walking to his car and unlocking the door, he jokes "oh, I thought you meant with me."

"That works, too" she said, sliding into the seat.

Neither of them knew what to say after that. They drove back to the hotel in silence. Doe was mentally kicking herself the whole way back, sure that she'd insulted him or freaked him out.

Her fears were cast aside when they returned to the hotel and he opened the car door for her and gave her his hand to help her out. He held onto her hand as he locked the car and they walked back inside. They got on the elevator, and she leaned her head into his arm as they rode back up to her room.