Tim's day had been rather routine for someone in his position. He had woken up promptly at ten am and fixed himself a bowl of cold cereal. After a shower, he dressed in beige dress pants and a deep blue dress shirt, as well as brown leather loafers for his shoes. He left his apartment at 11:30am and made his way over to Cyril's Auction House. They spent a few hours discussing what pieces Tim would be tracking down over the next month and shared a late lunch.
By three pm, Tim was busy doing research on the intended pieces at the nearby museum. The curator and he had become friends over the past year, and the poor man didn't have even the slightest idea that Tim had replicated and replaced various art works. Two of the five pieces were at the museum, and the curator knew who owned two other pieces. That meant Tim would need to dig into some of his contacts for the last piece, which he didn't anticipate to be very troublesome. He excused himself from the curator and made his way back home, stopping to pick up Chinese food like he did every Tuesday.
Walking into the building, the doorman greeted him as usual, and Tim handed him one of the eggrolls, as was also customary. He made his way up to his apartment, tapping his foot impatiently against the elevator floor until it reached the seventh floor. He slid his key out of his pocket and opened his door, so engrossed in his routine that he walked right into the kitchen and began unpacking his dinner.
He pulled a plate out of the cabinet near his espresso machine when he noticed it had been used recently. It struck him as odd because he hadn't had coffee that morning. With a shrug, he pulled another plate out of the cabinet and divided the fried rice and teriyaki chicken among each of them. After grabbing two forks, some napkins, and the two plates, he made his way into the living room.
"Daryl. Not the brunette I was expecting," Tim replied, stopping short in the doorway for a moment when he recognized her. He recovered and continued into the room, setting a plate, napkin, and fork in front of her. "Hungry?" he asked, sitting on the couch and slipping off his shoes, before propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. "You look amazing by the way. Next time, I'd wear different shoes though. Something that shows off your legs a little more," he added with a wink.