"And what if I want to make myself at home?" She smiles, calming his nerves. She takes off her shoes putting them in the holder next to his, holding his shoulder as not to trip and fall over. Then she stands up straight and kisses Ryan's lips shortly. "Go change, I'll be fine." He walks away and she takes a good look around.
Everything is perfect. Books are arranged neatly in order, by alphabet she sees as she's coming closer. The couch and chairs are positioned in a perfect position opposite the tv. On a little sidetable lies his badge, keys and cell phone, which he placed there on the way to the what she assumed to be the bedroom. She turns and walks into the kitchen, where everything has a place too. She smiles to herself. Except from the fact that it was blinking like someone had spilled a whole packet of stardust, it could be her house. She liked order. But she wasn't cleaning as much as he seemed to do and she wondered how he found the time, after all he did work the same shift as her, and she didn't find the time.
As she passes the kitchen table she sees a little black velvet box standing on it. exactly in the middle. It looked undisturbed and she picks it up, looking at all sides. Her hand touched the cover and she was about to open it when Ryan came back into the room.