~ HUNTER’s POV ~
“So this is your place?” I asked her.
The next day, Maia took me to her apartment in the Upper West Side. It was this awesome-looking building with elevators, a doorman, and a view of Central Park. It was a complete 180 to the apartments in Harlem, even though they were only a couple of blocks away.
“It’s kind of small, I know. But hey, it’s New York City,” she shrugged.
“Small? This closet is bigger than all the bedrooms we saw yesterday,” I flung the closet door open for an added dramatic effect.
“Forget about the spare bedroom, I can live in the cupboard under the stairs,” I said again and she laughed.
“You haven’t even seen the best part. Follow me,” she said as she walked through these double doors that led us outside to the outdoor patio.
