~Maeve~
Dylan’s apartment looks pretty much the same. Nice, warm colours on the walls, relatively plain furniture and very much undecorated except for a few photo frames on the wall. Surprisingly it's clean for a man like Dylan who is always out and about chasing the big, bad guys that one would think he’d barely have the time to get his residence clean and inviting. Now that I think about, his apartment is an actual reflection of Dylan, himself. He is easy to misunderstand and comes off as serious and rude when really, he is one of the kindest men I have had the pleasure to know. He’s already inside the kitchen when he realizes that I haven’t moved from the door at all. He leaves whatever he is doing and comes towards me and around his kitchen island. “Maeve?”
I turn his way to see t
