I turned my back towards her and walked inside the apartment, a huge smile on my face. White roses! My fucking favorite. And a box of chocolates. I had been craving cocoa for a while and it was all just a mini dream come true.
I set everything on the dining table and I turned to her. I saw her shut the door, take off her shoes and hang her keys. "You always do that?" I asked her. She ran her hand through her long hair, before looking at me. "What?" She asked, seemingly not knowing what I was referring to. And I mean yeah, I didn't make it clear enough.
"Do you always take your shoes off by the door? You've done that several times." I clarified and she smiled. "Uh, yeah. Growing up, our nanny was pretty strict about it. You only wear indoor slippers in the house. Whatever shoes you had on outside, stay by the door." She explained and I nodded.
