“Ah. Very nice. This building suits you.”
I let that slide and opened the door to my apartment. And, I must say, if I had to pick a time to introduce Dieter to my home, it was a great moment. The warm afternoon sun was streaming through the patio doors into the living room, giving everything a golden halo. The cooking I’d already done had put delightful smells into the air, and the CDs I had not yet shelved spilled from opened boxes, making an inviting mess. It was my home, and he was my first guest.
“Let me take your jacket,” I offered as I tossed the bacon and cinnamon on the counter separating the kitchen from the living room.
He shrugged it off and slowly turned in a circle, surveying the room, taking in everything. “Amazing. Simply amazing,” he said.
“What’s amazing?” I asked, han
