Chapter 6: Contains Adult Content

Robert Hoffman is a man that wakes up early. An early bird. I tend to wake up early myself, especially when studying my subject. I heard him, when he stirred awake, stretched, and rolled out of bed. All while feigning to be asleep of course. I may or may not have fallen asleep a few minutes after he left. Unintentionally. But when I woke up again, the room was infused with more light than it was before, and the smell of bacon wafted in, through the ajar door.

Sluggishly, I murmured incoherent words, rolling over to my back, and outstretched my stiff limbs. Eyes darting around the room. It was decorared in a minimalistic way. Clearly, it was hardly ever used to have been decorated into a homely space. I swung my feet off the bed, bare feet touching the shiny dark brown wooden floor.

Feet paddling across the room into the enjoined bathroom suite, I rummaged through the cupboards, until I found a spare toothbrush. I had not planned for a stay over, so this was relatively spontaneous. Onc