Introduction 2

So me, and my not anymore wasted self, drove to Brett's house. It was at 3 Defoe Court, not that far from 6th Boulevard where I live. As I arrive at the front of his house, I took a good 5 second look at it.

Wow, Brett's house is pretty big, didn't notice it last night. Maybe because of the lack of lighting. Anyways, time to ring that doorbell. DING DONG Classic...

As the door opened, I see Brett, with his all big narcissistic smile. Or maybe it was a regular smile, but my discontent for him added in the latter.

"Hey Jasmine, come to get your phone I presume? Haha, duh, come on in."

As I came in, I see the living room, same as it was last night, plastic cups everywhere, the sofa is out of place, etc. Haven't been cleaned up is my point. I sat down on the out of place sofa and asked. "So where is my cellphone Brett? Didn't do anything with my messages did you?"

"Whoa there, what makes you think I'm the type of guy who would look into the personal dealings of such a pretty young woman?"

There he goes again, coming on to me.

"Anyways, it's upstairs in my room, come with me and get it will ya?"