Matias
The rain had started coming down heavily by the time we reached the penthouse, heavy sheets of water lashing against the massive glass walls of the living room. June had immediately shed her heels at the door, marching barefoot toward the kitchen to get a glass of water unassisted, and with a triumphant smirk when she successfully activated the pressure sensitive cabinet on her first try. "Victory is mine!" she cheered, holding up a glass. "I am the queen of modern kitchen design."
"Don't get cocky," I said, shedding my suit jacket and tossing it onto a chair. I watched her walk back into the living room, her movements fluid and confident. "You still haven't figured out how to program the thermostat yet ."
"That’s because your stupid thermostat requires a degree in aerospace eng
