Chapter 132. Paint Me

“Someone like you might not want to be here,”Blue said as they walked into her apartment.

“What am I like?”he asked, looking around the room.

“A wealthy, pompous kid?”,

“I believe you mean the antonym of those last two nonsense words,”he said, looking around the room.

The room is small but impeccably kept, showcasing its owner’s careful, organized nature. The walls weren’t decorated with expensive wallpapers, but neatly hung over it were a few paintings of hers which she made by herself. They were proudly displayed. Each one, though simple, is full of life—scenes of nature, bright flowers, and quiet still-lifes, lovingly framed in basic wooden borders. They add warmth and personality to the space, a testament to her quiet creativity.

After admiring the paintings with a smile on his face, his gaze moved to her small bed that was neatly made with a carefully folded patchwork quilt.

“I love this room arrangement,”he was forced to say,”the arrangement