Dante looked around the familiar apartment and could still smell his scent there. He looked out at the balcony while she went to the small kitchen and started the coffee. Dante walked up to her window and put his hand against it. “You should have curtains on this window,” he said. “Why?” Mj said from behind him. Dante huffed “Well what if a perv looks in your window” the words bit him like a whip, “he was talking about himself” he thought.
