She was in Enrique Ortega's apartment. And Vera had no idea why that was so exciting for her. But she was. Bloody f*****g excited for sure.
"Uh, make yourself at home. I will go and take a quick shower," Enrique muttered. "Then I will give you a tour," She nodded distractedly as she gazed around and she would admit it, his apartment was not what she expected. It was actually quite chic in a very subtle way. Just like Enrique.
The walls were brick, which rendered an old world charm with stainless steel fittings that made up for the contemporary part. The living room and the kitchen were combined together and it was cute how compact the kitchen was, but not in a stuffy way. It could fit just two people and the kitchen island could sit three. The cute light wood bar chairs made her smile
