15

I took in the sight of Noah’s warm and welcoming apartment. The walls were painted cream and there was a couch of the same color, only a one or two shades darker. A brown table stood in front of it, three books piled neatly on it. I was not much of a reader but admired those who loved to get whisked to unknown lands by books. Three art frames were pinned to the wall, right above the couch. I admired the beautiful lamp on a stool near the couch. You could see the kitchen area with everything in order. Had Noah arranged everything because I was coming over or was he always like that? I hoped I’d have the chance to find out some day.

“This place is great,” I said, proceeding in. I heard him closing the door and following me. 

“Take a seat,” he offered. I glanced at him and he smiled, gesturing at the leather couch. I chose not to sit immediately, moving across the room towards the window. Peering out, I received a spectacular view of So