It felt like he had been waiting for an eternity, though really it could only have been thirty seconds or so. He couldn’t help but smile as she opened the door and grinned at him. She looked more than a little cute in her sweat pants and a tank top. A small chuckle escaped him as he followed her inside and she tried to excuse the mess and her clothes. He couldn’t say he was dressed particularly nice or anything like that, a loose blue shirt, some black board shorts and a pair of sneakers could hardly be called adult attire.

“Don’t even worry about it; the mess is what I’m here for. As for the clothes, you’re up early from your thirty hour nap as far as I’m concerned. I should be honoured.” He followed her up the hall before finding the kitchen and letting himself in. Truth be told he wasn’t entirely sure what an IPA was, it took a bit of investigation into the fridge to discover it was beer but he really wasn’t much of a drinker outside of special occasions so he left it be, taking a seat as he looked around the kitchen casually as he waited.

Boxes were strewn about the kitchen, the same as the hall. There didn’t look like too much really heavy lifting from what he could see, though there might be more elsewhere in the house. Really he’d only seen the hallway and kitchen. For a moment Chase wondered if her roommate was around and he looked around suddenly anxious. It was silly, to be so nervous about her but he wasn’t exactly the most confident person around strangers. maybe one day he'd get over it though, as unlikely as it was.