Both? Neither? It's only three flights. I'm sure you're up to it.
[ She pockets the keys and throws the lock again behind him before leading the way up the stairs, past the doors to three other quiet flats before they reach the one that must be hers. There's nothing to mark it out, no name or number, just a plain brush mat in front of the door on which she wipes her feet.
Lamp light spills out as she opens it, toeing off her boots and nudging them against the wall before stepping aside to let him follow. Inside is the same pristine white as the exterior, the ceilings higher than those on the lower floors and gently arched. She leads him right into the main room, a small kitchen where she indicates he can set down the basket. She slips out of her coat, and holds out a hand for his. ]
I'll hang these up. Do I need to say make yourself at home?
[ There are fresh flowers in a small blue glass vase at the center of a table only big enough for two, situated beneath windows that must look out onto the sea when it's not dark and foggy. There's a fire flickering in the hearth on the far wall and she's left a book about Orlesian history sitting on the low, soft couch beside it. More books line the shelves set into the wall above. ]
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[ She pockets the keys and throws the lock again behind him before leading the way up the stairs, past the doors to three other quiet flats before they reach the one that must be hers. There's nothing to mark it out, no name or number, just a plain brush mat in front of the door on which she wipes her feet.
Lamp light spills out as she opens it, toeing off her boots and nudging them against the wall before stepping aside to let him follow. Inside is the same pristine white as the exterior, the ceilings higher than those on the lower floors and gently arched. She leads him right into the main room, a small kitchen where she indicates he can set down the basket. She slips out of her coat, and holds out a hand for his. ]
I'll hang these up. Do I need to say make yourself at home?
[ There are fresh flowers in a small blue glass vase at the center of a table only big enough for two, situated beneath windows that must look out onto the sea when it's not dark and foggy. There's a fire flickering in the hearth on the far wall and she's left a book about Orlesian history sitting on the low, soft couch beside it. More books line the shelves set into the wall above. ]