Ele liked Lee, he seemed very down-to-earth and stable. Sighing, Ele excused herself to go to the basement where she flopped on the bed unceremoniously. Eric had been right, the bed was divine, but Ele's mind was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, her old flighty self was screaming for Ele to go back to her landlord and beg her lease back, to find a new job and resume her safe, single, life. On the other, Ele so wanted to believe that Tyler's omission of his preferences was just a slip of the mind, and that everything woulsbbe cleared up when she got home.

Sighing and staring up at the ceiling, Ele battled with herself to not pick up the phone and call Tyler, demanding an explanation. That needed to be a talk they had in person.