Spices

This is a story about a man named John.

After inspecting the walls of an empty apartment, he opened the door, closed it carefully behind him, and walked downstairs.  He intended to stay here.

The manager was slightly confused, "I didn't see you walk in..."

"Sorry, I should have knocked."

A card was swiped, a paper, signed.

"How long will you be staying?"

"About two months."

John was given a room key. 

The apartment was quickly furnished with a couch, a tv, and a cat (his name was Jeffery).  John placed a french press onto the counter, with a mug right next to it.

In the first cabinet, he placed a few plates, bowls, and some silverware.  In the second, a few packets of Ramen, a box of cereal, a bottle of syrup, and a small assortment of herbs and spices.  He noticed that he was short on thyme and basil.  He considered running to the store, but for the amount of cooking that he would do in the next few days, it didn't make sense.  He had just enough.