“So, are we going in, or are we going to stand here in front of the entrance forever?”
I grimaced and slumped my shoulders. “Fine, follow me.”
He had to show his ID to the doorman, but as this was a day time visit, the guy didn’t push for too many details. I’d made friends with most of them anyway. Cold drinks on hot days and sharing my mom’s homemade sweets with them had taken me a long way. Longer than my other colleagues giving them cigarettes.
To be fair, I almost never had people over. And they were a lot stricter with girls sleeping over than guys. The doormen had their mental lists with troublemakers and they were pretty lenient with everyone else.
“This is me,” I said, showing him into the small room I lived in. It didn’t look small when it was empty like this. But once you fig
