Chapter 11

• An hour had passed since he went to receive his call, which reminded me, I didn’t even know his name, which was weird considering the number of times I had met him, which was twice! Huh, okay, maybe not so weird!
• His absence gave me ample time to explore the living room and kitchen area which were both located at the ground floor, but separated by a wall. Not like the modern open kitchen design. Running my eyes through every little corner of the house, leaving no stone virgin, as I ate up all the details put into the making of the house. The plants used to add the green touches of colour, the paintings and how the colourful objects and decor were so cohesive with each other, bringing this artistic vision to life, adding warmth and coziness to the house. I really didn’t take him to be a colour enthusiast, or a plant dad kind of guy, but then again, there wasn’t really much that I knew about the guy.
• The house from what I had noticed from outside, seemed to be a two-storied house, a modern English house with a touch of old vintage Italian and Mediterranean decor, my basing's being from the kitchen décor and well the living room. I didn’t dare approach the room, as for one, this was not my house and I was a mere stranger, who had no permission to go in. Two, I thought of it as plain rude for a stranger or visitor to visit somebody's room without permission. At least that was how I viewed it.