Jessie’s hand tugged on her black Chanel slung over her shoulder as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor with a soft ding.
She stepped out behind Rex, soft heels clicking on the polished concrete hallway. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and cigarette smoke.
Rex walked ahead, his height almost unreal, keys jingling in his hand. He stopped at the last door on the right, slid the key into the lock, turned it twice.
The door opened.
Jessie followed him inside, slowly.
Her greens ran over the entire apartment in a minute, it was small but warm, black walls, dull green accents, like a forest at night.
She stood by the big black couch sat in the center of the living room, fluffy with dull green soft throw-pillows.
Rex pressed on a small spot in the wall, a giant TV hung o
