"We're here!" Martin says as he parks in the garage of a really beautiful house. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I get out of the car and wait for him to go ahead, then I follow him.
"Welcome to my humble home," he says as he opens the door.
Wow! What a gorgeous house. It was all white inside, huge, with a black sofa that looked more like a bed than a couch. Above it, there was a watercolor painting of a lion. The television was enormous, one of those that can spin 360 degrees.
I went in, and Martin closed the door behind us.
"Want something to drink? Water? Wine?" He raises one of his eyebrows and laughs to himself. "Wine wouldn’t be a good idea."
"I agree," I laugh. "Water sounds perfect."
"Come." He calls me, and I follow him. What a stunning kitchen! It was all designed in bla
