Her hand rests on his arm. "That makes sense. But home can mean a lot of different things." The cab pulls up to the curb, and she pays the driver. There's a bodega a half block up, and down the street, there's a party going, spilling people and noise out into the street, but the building they're in front of seems dark.

"This is me," she says. She follows him out of the cab, and points to a small doorway lit with a cobalt blue light. She takes out her keys and opens the door with a bump of her hip. The door opens on a tiny foyer off an old school cast iron staircase.

"Right now I'm the only tenant living here full time. The owner doesn't really seem to be interested in renting to anyone else, so I pretty much have the place to myself. So... Welcome to my home."