Watching and weighting

Chapter 1: First Meeting

I stood, my fist raised to connect with the solid wooden door embroidered with the number 114. I dreaded these kinds of things. My heart was racing, my mind running laps in my skull. So many things could go wrong.
I managed to calm my overwhelming thoughts and take a deep breath as I forced myself to finally knock at the door.
After a moment of silence, the door squeaked to life and swung open. There, in the doorway stood who I assumed was Dante Peterson. He was tall, I would guess around 6'2" and a hunk of a man. I found myself lingering just a bit too long on his body. His wide shoulders birthing the muscular biceps of each of his arms, leading down to big hands that seemed calloused from his time at the gym. One hand absent mindedly snaked under his shirt to scratch at his stomach, which really caught my eye. His belly was round and soft looking, a pot belly only daily rounds at the bar could give. The gut leading down to his thighs, which could crush me in a matter of seconds, and finally ending at his sandals.
He stretched as if he had just woken up, even though it was about dinner time, and his wife-beater rode up his gut as he stretched his arms up high. He sighed and pulled his shirt down after the stretch and spoke, "Are you here for the ad?"
His voice was gruff and low, like a wolf's growl. A voice that snaked up my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. The ad in question was a roommate advert that Dante had posted. He went to the same college as me and was looking for someone to replace his last roommate.
"Y-Yes, you must be Dante?" I managed to speak, my mouth going dry at the intimidation this man just exuded. One look from him could bring anyone to their knees. He gave me a nod so I continued.
"I'm Jay." I said, looking up at him. I wasn't the smallest guy in the world, but he made me look puny in comparison. Part of me, strangely, loved it.
"Well Jay, come on in. I have some questions for you." He walked inside, gesturing for me to follow. I steeled myself and walked into the wolf's den.
Dante walked over to his sofa and sat down. "Explore the place." He called over to me, "When you're done sit with me, we'll start your little interview." With that he cracked a small smile that rendered me speechless. I nodded and looked around the apartment.
The first thing I saw coming through the door was the living room. It had a television sitting across from a brown felt couch, which Dante was now lounging on. To the left of me was the kitchen, sporting a bar-like countertop and all the works: fridge, stove, dishwasher, sink, etc. Dante watched me out of the corner of his eye as I checked to make sure all the appliances functioned, which they did. I then wandered into the hall in the back of the apartment, right across from the front door. It ran perpendicular to the entryway, going left and right. To the left looked to be Dante's room (which I avoided to keep his privacy intact,) to the right was an empty room which might be mine soon, and in the middle was the shared bathroom. With that the whole house had been explored, so I found my way back to the living room and sat next to Dante.
"You done?" He asked, looking over at me. I nod, leading him to clear his throat and lean forward, letting the leg rest of his sofa slide into place under him.
"Alright, time for the interview."