After chitchatting with Karen's Mom, she showed him her son's bedroom, not bad but it had the aura of a guy living a carefree life and his bed was messy, some of his clothes littering around, hanging on the door of his wardrobe, some on the lounge seated below his window's level.
There were photos of game characters mounted all over the walls, from Pikachu, JoJo and so many game characters, he saw a guitar lying beside one end of the wall. "Does your son play?," he asks noticing the guitar.
"Oh yes," Karen's Mom answered, picking her son's clothes and shoving them in his wardrobe cupboards. "But sometimes not always." She picked the clothes on the lounge and kept them where they were supposed to be. Chris walks over to pick the guitar, running his fingers on it.
"Cool, these strings are nice," Karen's Mom smiles, dressing her son's bed.
