@Moriarty
Zeke wasn't too thrilled about the idea of taking Evelyn to his house. Truth be told, it wasn't because he didn't want her to know where he lived, even if he convinced himself that was the reason.
But no.
It was actually because he was embarrassed that his house was a shabby apartment and not very charming. Kinda dark. Kinda messy. Kinda dirty. And he may or may not have wanted to impress her.
He wasn't going to tell her that he was embarrassed, so he took her on anyways, though he got more uncomfortable as he got closer.
The apartment was one of several in a dilapidated brick building on the other side of town. His neighbors were all drug addicts or alcoholics or perverts who never interacted with him, and he preferred that they didn't. Luckily, none of them made an appearance as he tugged Lynn down the hall and up the stairs before reaching the door to his apartment.
"It's kind of a mess," Zeke said sheepishly as he got his room key and jabbed it into the lock. "I don't– I don't get many visitors."
Once he got the door open, he went in first. The place was small. Tiny kitchen. Tiny livingroom. One bedroom. One bathroom. It wasn't trashy, but it was cluttered, and it looked like he'd never vacuumed or dusted anything ever.