Please don't take this as gospel, I knocked it up in 10mins and made up a few details about a possible backstory for the guy just to show how you can flesh things out and make it a bit more of a story rather than a factual list. Probably not the details you wanted (made up the road and locations as well) but as I say its just a little example
“James shouldn't you be gone?”
James Darwin looked up tiredly to see a friendly colleague smiling over him, he had no idea who it was and he didn't particularly care at this time of the day. After a fourteen hour shift even conversation seemed like too much effort.
“I should have been gone four hours ago but you know how it is. Business partners, meetings, clients and all the rest. Its been one of those days.”
“I know how you feel, get yourself away I'll cover if anything comes up.”
“Thanks...”
“Bill, I only started today.”
“Thanks Bill.” James replied getting up he shook the mans hand and tried to commit his face to memory so he knew who to look for for a favour next time he needed one but after fourteen hours he knew he would have forgotten by the time he reached the office door.
“No worries James. See you."
“See you.”
James drove down freeway 106 his mind distant as the Californian cost slid by on his left, the waves lapped up on the beach catching the last rays of the days sunlight in a beautiful display if only he was of a mind to appreciate it. He was annoyed at how late he had left it to leave the office and a quick quarter hour journey had been turned into a three quarter of an hour trek through the tail end of rush hour traffic. He tried to relax and let his mind drift as he listened to the local news, Lakers winning again he was happy to note, and he occasionally sung along to the odd song that caught his fancy.
James pulled off the freeway and thankfully did not have too long a journey through the suburban streets to his own as he could feel tiredness creeping into his brain. Pulling into the street it was suburban calm as always, the few kids in the street scampered out the way giving him a wave that he was too lazy, or tired, to return. Houses shone with lights in the early evening and he even caught the whiff of a barbecue through the open car window as he drove down the street letting him know at least everyone else was enjoying their evening.
He swung onto the darkened driveway of his own home, no family waiting for him which made him the odd one out in the area, no dinner on the table and certainly no welcoming kiss on the doorstep. The driveway sensor picked up the movement and lit up his house as the car approached. His house was one of the few prides he had in his life as he knew he was doing very well for his age and where he was at in his career. It was a large four bedroomed detached house with, painted white with an peaked black roof that was in contrast to the regimental brick houses of the rest of the street. The pool in the backyard and the double garage were also unusual for the street showing his wealth off to those, if he was honest, did not really care about it.
He pulled into the garage and dragged himself from the car only taking time to grab his briefcase and jacket before hitting the remote close on the way out, stifling a yawn as he did so.
He opened the front door, noticing a few letters he picked them up and rifled through them as he walked through to the kitchen.
“Bill, bill, bill... another wonderful day.” He signed and dropped them onto the kitchen table along with briefcase and jacket. “Tidy them up later.” He muttered under his breath to himself and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
Not knowing why James looked over his shoulder, he glanced around the dimly lit kitchen illuminated by only the fridge light feeling although someone were watching him. Beer in hand he flicked on the light beside him to get a clearer view and unsurprisingly there was nothing there, no robber, murderer, mugger or rapist in waiting.
He chuckled to himself and and popped the bottle of beer open casually chucking the bottle top into the bin and strolled through into the lounge, he was working too long these days and it was getting to him he knew that and knew he should take a holiday but there was always tomorrow for that.
As I say they are just some examples of how you can flesh out a story and give it a bit more life. It gives characterisation and locations that people can visualise and let them get more involved in things. Personally I would flesh it out a lot more than that and make it even more in depth (but I love writing characters) but it just gives a little indication. Hope it is of some help and doesn't get blitzed by everyone else too much
I can just never find the time with having a busy job, a partner and now a 6 month old. I am a lot more into than I used to be though and I am about 1/4 complete which I am relatively happy with.