QUILL
"My house," He just casually said it like it didn't matter but I was more then just surprised. It was his house? Why would he bring me here? "Weren't you going to send me back to California? How did we ended up at your house?" I asked him, he taking my hand. In his fist as the the elevator door opened directly in a penthouse, and he walked inside with me. Pulling me along with him. A big living room with this huge ass white couch. The whole decoration of dime yellow lighting white floring and extra ordinary furnitures.
The way the house was, it instantly clicked to me. All of the lighting here, the number I can't count it. And then there was the little house there. Where we had a single bulb in the house with two lamps. The furnitures. And then I thought about the broken chair he
