"I’ve made sure the property is cleaned and maintained,” he muttered. “Though, of course, nobody has stayed here for many years.”
The place did have a slightly wistful feel, of unused space and vacant rooms, though I was relieved to see it had been decorated quite differently to Matthew’s other apartments.
The ground floor was an open-plan kitchen/dining room: the kitchen, with a sort of modern rustic flavour, all granite surfaces and buttercup-yellow cabinets, and the dining room almost entirely dominated by one of those picnic-style tables where everyone smooshes onto benches.
It was a little lifeless, and couldn’t have competed with Steve’s domestic paradise, but there was something inviting there nonetheless. The promise of sunlight streaming through the big windows at the front.
