She chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm not that rich. And, anyway, you're my friend. I like spending time with you. It's much easier to do so here than by jetting back and forth from Boston all the time. You don't mind me living with you, do you?" She moved closer to him as she asked this, flirting slightly.
"I think you're doing pretty well for yourself." As she looked around, she couldn't help but smile. It was pretty much the picture of the bohemian lifestyle and she loved it. The fact that the chairs didn't match made her happy. She didn't want too much organization in her life. Finally, she turned back to him. "I can definitely write songs here."
She admired everything as they moved through the apartment, taking great pleasure in the small ways he had decorated his new home. She was amazed that everything was as tidy as it was, but then he'd always struck her as a man tidier than most. Must've been because of his years in the South African military or something. When he showed her his bedroom, however, she had to force back a laugh. Ahh, and the typical man peeks out a little.
The empty room next door would certainly be decorated according to her unique style. But for now, she stepped inside and laid down on the floor, smiling up at the ceiling. "Ahh. This is nice. I can't believe Fat Bastard had the nerve to complain."