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DALLAS
Nick's apartment was much simpler than I expected. I had pinned him more as one of those guys who liked a lot of frills and decorations, but his style was much more modern, almost minimalist. But not that hard edge, all white kind of minimalist. There was a cozy, lived-in feel to his apartment, and it was immaculate, no piles of papers laying around or books un-shelved. "This looks like a Pinterest staging area," I said before I thought better of the words. But it was too late, they rang in the air.
"You did not just say that." Nick's eyes glowed with glee. "That is so frickin cute."
I shrugged. I was man enough to admit I liked pretty things. "What can I say, I'm in to do-it-yourself."
Nick took my hand with an evil grin. "I hope we can leave the DIY at the door tonight. I'm
