Jack walked in, not half as drenched as he could have been since he took the bus home.
Taking Develia's number, he walked over to the spare room that was empty apart from a desk and a cork board - he pinned it to the board with a smile on his face.
He didn't do much that evening - he ordered Chinese food from the restaurant in town, eating in front of television. He took a shower, and went to bed, only hoping that he might contact Develia in the future.