I take the first bite.

Joseph's features warmed up when he got into Angela's humble abode. The place smelt and felt humble. Some might think the house small and stuffy but it was not particularly small and there was enough free space for even the fattest man to sit and move around without disrupting anything.

To him, the house seemed to be abstract. In the sense that it neither denotes the financial status or gender of the owner of the house. He felt like he was in a painting. An abstract painting.

Joseph smiled to himself, he had totally forgotten about the reason why he was here. He sat on a plush couch but stood up at once as he remembered that it was rude of him to sit before the owner of the house offered the permission to get comfortable.

"I beg your pardon. Your house is to be blamed. Its overwhelming".