Cece received the message two hours ago, but she effectively ignored it until now. The next message dropped on her phone as she proceeded to kiss Oliver on his cheek and said, "Don't worry. I don't think badly of you. I honestly don't know why I reacted that way."
Oliver looked at her with some uncertainty. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, now tell me, can I get a tour?"
Turned out, it was a place meant for more than just sexcapades. In different cabins and corners, Cece found different images. At the verandah, there were floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with books. History, LGBTQA+, literature, classics, old newspapers, and whatnot was organised in the place, completed with comfortable couches and beanbags, all coloured black. At the back, the wall displayed a night scene of a south Paris alley.
