Apartment 소설 & 이야기

Now, I had my opportunity. After contacting the office of the apartment complex, I went in for a showing of the apartments available. Thankfully it had an elevator so I chose a beautiful three-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor. It was facing the street and had a lovely balcony overlooking the stone and glass buildings around it. The style was completely me and since I’d have the money, I informed the agent who was escorting me that I’d be buying the apartment, not renting it.

“ It is ideal for you two lovebirds.” “We are not-“ “I can’t wait to see it.” Justin cut me off again. “We are not a couple. This apartment is for you not us.” I whispered to him. “Really?” He grinned slyly. I poked him in the ribs. The apartment was located in a nice, cozy, safe looking neighborhood. And Hannah was right it was perfect. It was new, large ,with two bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen and dining room. I checked out the plumbing, and wiring. They were in good condition.

The small apartment felt unusually quiet when Gian unlocked the door. It was on the seventh floor, with a balcony overlooking the city park. Not very big, but comfortable enough for two people. The living room and kitchen shared an open layout, furnished with modern minimalist pieces. Shades of gray and cream dominated the space, giving it a calm yet slightly cold atmosphere.

Kat said excitedly. Just like that, we were on our way to visit the first apartment. This one was the cheapest from the three options and was located conveniently close to a grocery store. The building was middle-sized for an apartment complex. The building seemed well maintained although it was far from new. There were many small apartment units and the building seemed to be quite packed with residents. “Come inside,” the woman invited us into the empty studio room.

"Ah? I... we rented an apartment at Sunflower Apartments." Sunflower Apartments was a relatively run-down community, consisting of small-sized housing units ranging from 27 to 38 square meters. "Brent, go to Sunflower Apartments." "Yes." Ten minutes later. Their car stopped at the entrance of Sunflower Apartments, and Johanna insisted on inviting them upstairs for tea. Brent glanced at the time and nodded at Abigail, indicating that there was still time.

I can’t rely on my father’s connections my whole life. Lia glances at Blake with a strange smile, getting exact same one from him. “There’s an apartment in our block that’s about to be free. It’s a small studio, with one bedroom, living room with adjoined kitchenette, and one bathroom. Perfect for one person.”

“Eh, I will buy them here.” “Wonderful! Wonderful. Then I might have some things for you to look at. You might like them.” “sure.” I answered. My apartment was on the fifth floor of the building and was nothing fancy. The apartment held two rooms, a quite spacious living room and a joined kitchen. Each room had their own bathrooms. It was almost like a family house, Mrs. Sanders must have spent quite a fortune on it. “Here are your keys.” Mr. Delbert said, handing me a set of keys. “There is a key card, the reception downstairs has one too just for safety purposes or in case you lose yours. I should return with a tenancy agreeme

The day I saw his mother would be the day I threw his help back at him and walked out again. “I know that, which is why I’ve arranged a separate apartment for you. I just finished setting it up,” Adrian said. Another one of your family’s owned apartments?” I questioned, my tone laced with sarcasm. “No, no, this one is from a private rental agency. If you hadn’t overheard, I would have told you. We’re heading there now because it’s already reserved,” Adrian replied.

It felt good to have a window that opened, to feel the fresh air on their face. The apartment was on the fifth floor of an old building, and the elevator was small and rickety. Aric had to squeeze in next to their boxes of belongings. The building was in a decent neighborhood, but it was clear that it had seen better days. The hallways were dimly lit, and the carpet was worn and stained.

ARIA'S POV The apartment was four hundred and fifty square feet on the fourth floor of a walk-up in Hawthorne. Jordan stood beside me while the landlord unlocked the door. "It's small," Mrs. Kowalski said. She was maybe seventy, with white hair and kind eyes. "But the light is good. And it's quiet." The door swung open. Hardwood floors. White walls. Two windows that faced east. Empty except for dust motes floating in the afternoon sun.