I sat on the island counter watching him while he was cooking breakfast. I've never really taken the time to observe Neuron's place. During the times I was here before, it's either I'm always in a hurry and cautious or I'm just not interested in his life, that's why I never took the time to appreciate his place.
But now that I'm comfortable around him, everything seems to slow down. Like I can actually see what's around me.
The floor and walls are marbled. His whole place is a whole mix of color black, brown, white and gray. There's a kitchen chimney hanging from the ceiling where the smoke from the stove exits from. To the left wall, located his oven, and beside the oven are the shelves for kitchen wares, tools and utensils. One side of the kitchen wall is a quarter of glass and three quarters marble. At the glass part you could look down and see the busy street below.
