"Little Cotton?"
Indra waved his hand in front of Ariel, who was stunned staring at Indra's apartment building. Then her gaze turned to Indra, and she was pushing Indra's hand away from her.
"What!? Did I already tell you to not call me Little Cotton!" Ariel snorted in annoyance, then pointed to the building in front of her. "Why didn't you tell me you lived in the penthouse?"
"You did not ask," he said casually, pulling Ariel's tiny hand with his free hand, while the other hand pulled the suitcase he had just unloaded from the trunk of the car, inviting the woman inside. "This way."
Ariel did not comment, following Indra's words. Several people were walking in and out of the building. Many of them were wearing flat faces. Indra greeted some of the familiar faces he knew with a slight nod and a short greeting, then looked for the nearest elevator. His eyes glanced briefly at Ariel, who was still busy looking around.
"Is this your first time visiting a penthouse?"
