Lexie
Walking into Iron's house, I am not sure what I expected. Maybe something not so clean? I wasn't exactly expecting him to have a dirty house. I don't know, just not so spotless. Whenever I think of a guy living on their own, I don't think of someone who cares to pick up after themselves all the time. But Iron's house was spotless. Everything looked like it had a place and was put away. His front room looked like he used it as his office as well as his living space. On one wall was the couch I have seen him sit on several times over the last couple of weeks. Hanging on the wall above the couch was a large piece of art I never saw fully, only small glimpses of while he and I would video chat. The piece had five different parts to it, making up one image. The background was dark blue,
