Today, at that special cozy time when I arrive home, eat some sandwiches, and read magazines, the phone rang from out of blue. Natasha was it, the notorious and scary real estate agent, who is helping me to find my ideal apartment.
„At 5.20 you are in front of Stage
„Okey” I said, just because I don’t want to have an argument with her, because I’m late.
I was looking myself in the display window of the restaurant when she appeared in the end of the street. She was wearing a wonderfully collected outfit, with browns. Then she guided me from Saint-Noire to Rue Yvette, when we went to a house under number 64.
„This is the first apartment I found near to your favorites, so analyze it hard, than decide.” she added while we were climbing from floor to floor, than entered to the living room.
