Dal was more than a little nervous. Maybe because of what he’s been through or maybe because he likes Gabriel and worries what he’ll think of how Dal lives. He nodded in answer and led Gabriel through the front of the restaurant. The workers inside recognized him and thought nothing of him wandering back beyond where customers were allowed. A quick turn just beyond the bathrooms led to a door with a narrow stairway beyond it. Upstairs was storage and another door off to the left, where Dal turned and fit his key into the lock.

Behind the door was a small studio apartment. There was a twin bed pushed up against the wall with a pillow propped up against it so he can sot up. A narrow door, presumably a closet, is beside it. The opposite wall is a small kitchenette, more of a counter with a small sink, a hot plate, a microwave, and a cabinet above which was empty. Then another door which was open that led to a tiny bathroom.

Dal didn’t turn to look back at Gabriel. Instead, he just went to the closet to pull out one of his remaining outfits.

“Um… do you mind if I change?”