Stefan had a pretty nice place, for the moment. He felt relatively proud of it, for the fact that he was 'borrowing' it without the knowledge of the actual owner. But he'd made a little home here, even if it was about to be cut short and he'd have to move somewhere else. Maybe the apartment of a man about to go on a business trip to Hong Kong for a few months. Yes. He smiled to himself, checking himself in the mirror and making sure his hair was as perfect as usual before he left his bathroom and headed out to his kitchen. He was in a good mood, currently, which was nice considering he had probably made a fool of himself to Sophia this morning waxing on about how feelings should never be attempted again. Or maybe he was just pushing all feelings aside. After all, who needed them when you could still pull hot guys to your apartment in Manhattan?
Going to his fridge, he plucked out a water bottle, flipping it up in the air before catching it again and opening up the lid before having a sip, leaning on his counter in his blue jeans, black v-neck, and bare feet. No need to put anything on that he'd be desperately stripping off later, after all. While he waited for Nolan to show, he leafed through a few horse race betting guides. It wasn't really anything interesting, it was much too much to chance than he'd like, where poker just took the skills to read people, slight of hand, and misdirection.
