the apartment building before we left for my new place. I carried my essential belongings inside a small box. When we got outside, Kevin, who was opening a black Audi SUV, greeted me. Terry and I stood there, staring in awe at the car. Kevin walked up to me and offered to carry my things. When I finally snapped out of my daze, I permitted him to take them to the car while I made my way to the back seat. Terry gave me one last beaming smile and waved as we drove away to my new apartment.
I silently sat and thought of what my new place would look like. I hoped it was somewhere in the same street as Terry’s. I wouldn’t even mind if it was a small studio apartment. At least that was better than living on a couch. But as the car drove further and further away from Terry’s place (to the upper side of town, to be exact), the idea seemed more and more farfetched. Finally, when the car started to slow down at a decent looking street, the first thing I saw was a huge building (a condominium, I think). There were also stores made out of red brick and had clear glass windows, which gave us a good view of the inside. In short, it looked like we were in a high-end street.
The car stopped in front of a ten-story building with tinted glass windows and washed-out white brick walls. The main door was clear enough to give me a good look of the interior lobby. I was too absorbed by its beauty that I was caught off guard when my door opened. Kevin was standing outside, holding my small box of possessions.
“Please follow me. People are already moving in the furniture and other essential things for the apartment,” he stated as we walked inside, the doorman opening the door for us upon entering.
Still in a daze, I followed him inside. The cream white color inside the lobby was identical to the color outside of the building. The front desk in the middle, where a receptionist was seated, was made of marble. Fortunately, I hid my awe with a strained deep breath.
“Can I have those back?” I requested after assessing the lobby and pointed to the box he carried.
“I can carry these for you, Ms. Peterson,” he replied with his usual smile.
“I prefer to carry them. I’m not used to people carrying my things,” I insisted shyly, reaching both hands towards him.
“Oh,” he said, and handed over the box to me. “Well then, this way, Ms. Peterson,” he gestured towards the two elevators on the right side, after a short pause.
When we reached the fifth floor, the doors opened to a luxurious hallway. The walls were accented with vibrant red patterns. The floor was covered in a carpet of the same shade. It looked just as expensive as the carpet downstairs. For a moment there, I couldn’t really wrap my head around the fact that I would be living in this place from that moment on.
Kevin walked ahead of me, guiding me to my new apartment. I was so curious about my new place that I lagged a few steps behind him. I stopped in my tracks when Kevin opened the elegant wooden door of my flat. From what little I could see inside, there were a few men in blue jumpsuits bustling in and out of several rooms. Meanwhile, I stood outside, unsure whether to go in or not. Before my internal debate raged any further, the door across my apartment opened.
Out came a sophisticated-looking woman, wearing a silk top and navy pencil skirt and her caramel brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I tried to be a good neighbor and to make a good impression, so I greeted her warmly. After all, I did have one month of practice of this at the restaurant.
“Good morning. I’m sorry about the ruckus so early in the morning,” I said, which startled her a little. Luckily, she regained her footing.
“No. It’s okay. I was already awake. Actually, the noise helped me wake up so I wouldn’t be late for work,” she replied with a smile.
“I’m Andy, by the way. I’ll be living here starting... now, I suppose,” I said hesitantly and held out my hand for her
I silently sat and thought of what my new place would look like. I hoped it was somewhere in the same street as Terry’s. I wouldn’t even mind if it was a small studio apartment. At least that was better than living on a couch. But as the car drove further and further away from Terry’s place (to the upper side of town, to be exact), the idea seemed more and more farfetched. Finally, when the car started to slow down at a decent looking street, the first thing I saw was a huge building (a condominium, I think). There were also stores made out of red brick and had clear glass windows, which gave us a good view of the inside. In short, it looked like we were in a high-end street.
The car stopped in front of a ten-story building with tinted glass windows and washed-out white brick walls. The main door was clear enough to give me a good look of the interior lobby. I was too absorbed by its beauty that I was caught off guard when my door opened. Kevin was standing outside, holding my small box of possessions.
“Please follow me. People are already moving in the furniture and other essential things for the apartment,” he stated as we walked inside, the doorman opening the door for us upon entering.
Still in a daze, I followed him inside. The cream white color inside the lobby was identical to the color outside of the building. The front desk in the middle, where a receptionist was seated, was made of marble. Fortunately, I hid my awe with a strained deep breath.
“Can I have those back?” I requested after assessing the lobby and pointed to the box he carried.
“I can carry these for you, Ms. Peterson,” he replied with his usual smile.
“I prefer to carry them. I’m not used to people carrying my things,” I insisted shyly, reaching both hands towards him.
“Oh,” he said, and handed over the box to me. “Well then, this way, Ms. Peterson,” he gestured towards the two elevators on the right side, after a short pause.
When we reached the fifth floor, the doors opened to a luxurious hallway. The walls were accented with vibrant red patterns. The floor was covered in a carpet of the same shade. It looked just as expensive as the carpet downstairs. For a moment there, I couldn’t really wrap my head around the fact that I would be living in this place from that moment on.
Kevin walked ahead of me, guiding me to my new apartment. I was so curious about my new place that I lagged a few steps behind him. I stopped in my tracks when Kevin opened the elegant wooden door of my flat. From what little I could see inside, there were a few men in blue jumpsuits bustling in and out of several rooms. Meanwhile, I stood outside, unsure whether to go in or not. Before my internal debate raged any further, the door across my apartment opened.
Out came a sophisticated-looking woman, wearing a silk top and navy pencil skirt and her caramel brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I tried to be a good neighbor and to make a good impression, so I greeted her warmly. After all, I did have one month of practice of this at the restaurant.
“Good morning. I’m sorry about the ruckus so early in the morning,” I said, which startled her a little. Luckily, she regained her footing.
“No. It’s okay. I was already awake. Actually, the noise helped me wake up so I wouldn’t be late for work,” she replied with a smile.
“I’m Andy, by the way. I’ll be living here starting... now, I suppose,” I said hesitantly and held out my hand for her
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