It was also the last place, in terms of looking for Will, where I went, and that's obviously because he was inside. I didn't really knock on the door or ring any bells, instead, as any good friend would do, I barged in uninvited.
Imagine his face when I showed up in his kitchen. He was already dressed in his fancy clothes, leaning on the kitchen cabinets with a cup of coffee in his hand. In front of him, and between the two of us was a table. By that table was sitting a woman in just her panties. Black one, if you have to know for scientific purposes. They matched her straight long hair.
The kitchen was simple. There was a fridge on Will's left. A big, silver one with two doors. Then there was a long row of kitchen cabinets with a lot of stuff, like a coffee machine on it. Above his head were additional hanging cabinets.
