The road lights were dim, and the foggy weather made them even darker. The two people walked in a single file line, about two feet apart from each other.
The heels knocked on the stone pavement and made a loud noise. Tristan said, "You don't have to wear these from now on."
Kate slowed down for one second and didn't reply.
The elevator was out of order, and they had to take the stairs. The induction lights on the stairs didn't work for two straight flights. "Is it always like this?" Tristan asked.
"No."
"Then is it because of me?" He said half-jokingly.
"Possibly," Kate replied.
After she opened the door and switched the light on, Kate walked straight inside. Tristan ignored her manners and followed her in. He walked around as if it was his own home. It was a very cramped space, clean and tidy though, not much of a feminine trace unless one looked closely.
"You live alone?"
