Year 2017
As Atlas took a deep breath, exhaled as she got in by the times he widened his front door for her. By the time she got inside, her eyes looked around and she was shocked with what she saw.
Tatum’s flat was absolutely sparse and lacking in personal touches. The furniture was standard issue for the building - a cheap couch, a simple center table, in the living room, a bed with generic white linens that he never changed since he did not buy new ones. There were no curtains in the windows, no knick-knacks or photos on the wall, no decors, nothing, which was making the whole place look unlived in. It was as if Tatum had only just moved in and had not gotten around to settling in yet. No microwave, no toaster, no plate holder, no spoons and forks holder, absolutely nothing in his sm
