Little Space Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I was watching from the kitchen window with the specific anxiety of someone who has invited a complicated woman to their small apartment and is reconsidering the decision while simultaneously knowing it was the right one. Gabriel arrived at seven with Eleanor beside him and a bottle of wine I hadn’t asked for and the specific expression of a man who was watching two important people in his life occupy the same space and was waiting to see what happened. I opened the door. Eleanor looked at my apartment. “It’s smaller than I expected,” she said. Gabriel looked at her. “I meant it as a compliment,” she said. “Small spaces require confidence, overly large spaces are frequently compensating for

"Can I come in?" "Please," I said. "Sorry. Come in." She came in and looked around the apartment with the attentive interest of someone who understood that spaces said things about the people who lived in them. She looked at the flowers on the counter and Isla's drawings on the wall and the slightly uneven curtain rail I had never gotten around to fixing and the whole accumulated texture of a life lived fully in a small space. "It's wonderful," she said. Like she meant it completely. "It's small," I said.

Simone offered for a tour later this evening as he noticed that she's too tired to do it this time. It was three times bigger than she had expected. It has a very masculine vibe but doesn't suffocate her at all. Women can like black and white too. It's very clean and elegant thru its simplicity. No dangling chandeliers and gold linings in every furniture. The place were laced with modernity. It is not too eyecatching but it comforts its users. The kitchen is spacious enough to place six people at the same time, or maybe ten. There was nothing to add anymore.