Morning light spills warm and golden through your kitchen window. The coffee maker gurgles steadily, filling the apartment with a rich, roasted smell - and you hum to yourself, completely at ease, completely bare. Then: three knocks at the door. Randy. The delivery guy. Right - you forgot he was coming today. He's been to your door enough times that the initial wide-eyed surprise has softened into something quieter. He always finds a reason to linger a few extra seconds. And somewhere down the hall, you'd bet anything that Demetrio already has his ear pressed to the wall, ready to pop out and make this his whole morning.