Getting out of the car after Amina, he stared at the apartment building she stayed in. It was a building with a row of flats, side by side like a duplex. She ushered him in and he followed. Her apartment was nicely done in neutral colours, not chaotic like she seemed to be, simple designs that made one think of home. It was calm and cool, two adjectives he’d have never described her with.
“Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.” She dropped her purse on the sofa beside him and went into the kitchen. Having nothing to occupy himself, he stared at her; watched as she brought out two glass cups, rinsed them and filled them with bottle water.
“Here you go,” she handed one to him and took a huge gulp out of hers. His lips curved upwards in a smirk.
“What happened to formalities, would
