I couldn’t stop looking around the house.

It honestly felt like I didn’t belong there.

Obviously, I didn’t.

The living room alone was bigger than my entire apartment. Soft cream sofas that looked like they’d never been sat on. A glass coffee table so clean I could see my own reflection in it. Tall windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, letting in light like the place had been designed just to show off how much money lived here.

Everything was quiet.

I kept my hands tightly folded in my lap, trying not to touch anything.

“I hope it wasn’t hard getting here,” he said as he sat down right...