I'm shirtless and rumpled and still damp by the time I buzz the guy up, grabbing money from my wallet by the door and waiting with the door open for him to come up the stairs.

I shove a wad of bills in his hand, probably over tip, grab the back and kick the door shut in his face. Moments later, I'm back in the bedroom, pulling out a wad of plastic silverware and cheap wooden chopsticks and dumping them on the mattress.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach in and pull out the little bag of egg rolls and then pass the rest of the food over to him.