Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
The block we’re on is a spread of businesses on the ground floor with apartments above them. Iron staircases cling to every façade. “It looks like something out of a movie set.”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty nice neighborhood. You have Washington Square Park not too far.” She points out the window, and I finally see that there are trees but no grass. The trees planted in the concrete sidewalks have just a small circle to grow out of the ground. “I sold a studio apartment for one point one.”
“Million?” I ask. Shocked, I look around, then back at her and see her sly smile.
“His living room was his bedroom. He had a murphy bed in the wall,” she tells me, doing something on her phone and then turning it to show me. “But look at his kitchen.”
“He slept in his living room,” I tell her, looking through her pictures. “That’s a no.”
“There is one.” She grabs her phone from my hands. Our fingers graze, but I ignore the tingly feeling that shoots up my arm. “Just came down in price. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, three million. There is a little bit of a catch.”
I roll my eyes now. “My bed is in the kitchen?”
She laughs again. It’s so carefree that she must do it often. Her eyes turn a crystal blue when she does it, and I can’t help but want to make her laugh more. “No, it’s not a regular size apartment,” she finally says and pulls up the floor plan. “It’s long. You have the length, just not the width.”
“What in the world is going on back there?” Zara says, turning in her seat.
“I’m showing him houses in the neighborhood,” Zoe says. “Not everything is about sex.”
“I’m just making sure.” She smiles and then looks at Evan. “I’m starving.”
“We’re almost there.” He grabs her hand and brings it to his lips. I can see how much he loves Zara and worships the ground she walks on. I think about if I’ve ever had that, and I know I haven’t. I was too busy chasing the high to care about if I had someone beside me to love.
“There is an open house tomorrow,” Zoe says, and I blink my eyes and look back at her, getting out of my thoughts about Evan and his wife. “It’s a penthouse, and it’s nine million.” I’m about to say something, but she holds up her hand. “I just want you to see what you get for that price.”
“Fine,” I say gruffly, turning again to look outside at the street. He turns down this street, and I see bricks again and businesses for lease. I love how it goes from a two-story building to a six-story building and then again to a three story. It looks almost like Lego blocks. The car slows down, and he slips into a parking spot and shuts off the truck. We get out of the truck, and I’m waiting for Zoe and Zara to do the same, but they just sit there. Evan walks around the car and opens Zara’s door first and then Zoe’s. She looks at me while I watch.
“If he doesn’t open her door, she sits there and pouts like a child,” she says, smiling and then gets out. I close my own door and walk around the truck while he helps Zara out of the car. “He tried helping me out once.” She shakes her head.
“She tried to knee me in the balls,” Evan says while he links his fingers with Zara’s and shuts her door. “She missed, thank God.”
I take in the street, then the restaurant across the street with a red and white sign. “Cornelia Street Café,” I say out loud and see the white tables with red chairs outside.
“They have good coffee,” Zoe says from beside me. When I look down at our feet, we are walking in sync, and I see her long leg flash me each time she puts her right foot forward. “But you can get better coffee near the loft, and they also have fresh croissants.”
I stop walking when I see Evan hold the door open for Zara and look up at the yellow awnings hanging over the front windows. As soon as you walk in, you are immediately salivating from the aroma of spices. I see Evan wave to the girl behind the bar as we walk past it. Bottles are all lined up against the mirrored back wall. After passing a couple of tables, we step down into a back area with wooden tables. It looks like a garden, and when you look up, you see it’s all glass to stop the rain from coming in. We walk past the tables to the side and then walk up a flight of stairs. “Don’t worry,” Zoe says, looking over her shoulder. “We aren’t bringing you somewhere and chopping your body up.”