Tom P.O.V.
As I suspected, Louis lived in Manhattan in a penthouse. His apartment had only one level, but it had a huge terrace overlooking Central Park. The interior of his place was colorful and filled with plants. He provided me with a cozy room with a huge window.
- If you miss nature, look out the window - he joked while showing me the room.
In my new bedroom there was a huge bed and a desk. There was also a separate bathroom and a small closet at my disposal, although a small closet would have sufficed considering the one suitcase of clothes I took with me. I spent the rest of the evening unpacking and resting after the trip.
The next morning when I entered the kitchen there was no one there. I looked at my watch. 6:00 a.m. I drank my coffee and went for a run in the park.
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