C76 Chapter 77

I was over at his place. It was rustic and homely, yet still masculine, with a lot of wood and concrete. Floating shelves and cantilevers that all blended in so well and held the place together. How could a place look so ordinary, yet so magical at once?

Cristo truly was an artist.

“I still can’t understand what happened,” he breathed. “She backed out on her own, just like that.”

I shrugged