Personally, I’d never been to Mateo’s apartment before, whenever I was picking Anaya, I would find him in front of his apartment building and he would urge me to go with him inside.
This time around, I accepted, we walked through the long corridors of the building, over the endless steps until we stood in front of a grey door.
He turned the key, we entered, the fresh smell of mints, baby diapers and shaving cream hit my nose. His house was simple, two cushion chairs, a table, a tv, and the rest of the house equipments, it was simple, mixed with elegance.
For a man, I did not except him to be organized in such a manner, everything was in its place. I noticed everything, even Anaya’s photos.
He’d framed her photos , it should have felt weird for me to see him hanging photos of a baby
