“Um, thank you?” Reid said, glancing nervously over his shoulder at Zooey.

“Oh yeah any—” Zooey stopped short, looking around the granduer of the main room, and she quietly gasped.

“Yeah, I never really had the heart to redecorate,” Reid said looking around alongside Zooey, “And you know what, I don’t think the old crone hadn’t even lived in this apartment since the mid sixties, it smelled like mothballs when I moved in.”

“So, this place is like some kind of time capsule playground?” Zooey said energetically.

“Pretty much,” Reid sighed, taking off his coat and hat, and laying them over the back of a gold velvet sofa.

“Would you be disturbed if I just started singing Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend? Because it just seems highly appropriate right now,” Zooey said with a smile, seating herself in a matching gold velvet armchair

“Would you like a drink?” Reid asked casually.

“I would, make it a Manhatten,” Zooey called, as Reid headed towards the mirror top mini-bar.