Diiing… Dong!
Evangeline kept roaming her eyes on the apartment building she was in. She could not say that the building was new, but it was not old either. It was just . . .
How do you put it?
Simple.
Just a two story apartment with modern minimalistic designs. Open metal stairs leading to the second floor. Metal doors decorating the façade and a narrow open pathway leading to the line of doors with only the steel railings as protection from falling to her death.
She secretly sighed in relief seeing that the apartment was better from what she imagined. Though the rotting, old materials and the smell of dirt and dump grass stung her nose.
She rang the doorbell again and again.
It took a whole minute and the door opened. Her eyes tapered at the sight of Eric's groggy face, rosy and dump.
He was wearing his pajamas in adorable light blue stripes. He didn't have his glasses and his face was red and sweaty while his hair was a mess.
