Lying in bed, Evan gazed at the city skyline. He, like most successful businessmen, had had no desire to get out of bed. He lay there completely motionless for some time.
As he finally got up, the sound of his footsteps startled him as they echoed throughout his bare apartment.
The apartment itself was bare for the sole reason that, despite his success, he was a very cheap man. He did not allow himself the luxuries that perhaps others of his status did. Instead hoarding it all as if he were a miser.
Making his way into the living room and then the kitchen, he opened a cupboard full of ready-made ramen pots. At this, he smirked to himself he was nothing if not cheap and efficient. Then, proceeding to switch on the boiler and go forth to his dresser.
Only to turn around and walk back to the kettle, realizing he had gone to sleep wearing his suit.
As he made his ramen, he proceeded to procure a spoon from his drawer, revealing there to be only one. His excuse for this was that things such as having guests over or even (perish the thought) lovers were nothing more than distractions that wasted his time and money. Especially money.
As he ate his food, he ate with what some would describe gusto, as he wasted not another second on this accursed activity.
Leaving his apartment, the apartment if anyone were to enter it. They, and they would be entirely right in doing could be mistaken for presuming that it was abandoned. This empty vibe, with or without Evan, created an eerie atmosphere among the empty rooms, almost as if a ghost could live there.