It was the first time he had been to Jessie's apartment. It was a high-end, one thousand square foot apartment for singles. From the vase placed in the hallway to the floor lamp in the sitting room, every detail of the decoration showed that the owner had an extraordinary and refined taste.
Jessie took off her coat and turned the music on. She hummed the song that was playing and walked to the kitchen. She soon came back with a bottle of red wine, a dessert, and a salad.
A magazine was spread out on the coffee table. Jessie put it away and said, "I bought it because of you. The interview wasn't good. It was too general and vague, at least for my taste. For a low-profile and canny person like you, it isn't easy to have a good interview." She shook the goblet in her hand and added, "If I did it, probably I could do it a little better."
Tristan gave her a glance and said, "Lucky, you didn't interview me."
