Michael had just gotten back from his condo closing, and Claire could see him looking at his shiny new set of keys through the blinds. She knocked on the door and he waved her in, and so she took her seat and reviewed her notes.

"So Michael, you were going to let Dwight rent a room from you, but you eventually 'revoked' the offer—"

"Yeah, you know, you try to do something nice for the guy, and he just worries me with all these concerns and responsibilities. I mean, fire insurance? How's the condo gonna catch on fire, from my George Forman grill?" Claire shrugged and he continued, "But ya know, it's all for the best. I'm going to probably get a girlfriend soon anyway, so I wouldn't want him there…"

"Yeah, that brings me to my next question," Claire told him. "Why did you ask about, 'all the hot people'?"

"Oh come on. Okay—" Michael rocked back and forth in his chair and eventually leaned in, ready to let her in on the secret, "There's a basic principle in real estate, that you should never be the best-looking person in the development. It's just sorta common sense, because if you are, then—you've no place to go but down."

Claire nodded in understanding and then asked, "So you think you'll end up dating someone in your condo development?"

Michael considered this for a moment and then nodded, "Yeah. I mean, I don't have a lot of chances to meet people. There's work, and improv class… but there's not much opportunity for anything else. But, if you hit on a girl, say, at a block party, the next morning you can just walk across the street back to your own home. Just like in college."

"Perfect," Claire humored him.