the colleague thing

new york

He picked me up from the airport and we used the subway to get to his apartment. It's a small one but bigger than mine in Los Angeles.

London is 11 months ago and this is the second time we met up. I was in New York before, for the Avengers shooting, but it's different this time. Because I'm with Sebbi.

We're standing in the crowded train, he took my backpack because he wanted to hug me tight. He pulled me close to his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him but he pulled away because he needed to get out.

"You can kiss me the whole day once we're at home, promise. I can't wait to show you my apartment. You'll hate it." He laughed, taking my hand and intertwining my fingers with his. As if he was scared that I would let go of his hand and run away.

"I'll love it because you'll be there." I said, looking at his hair bouncing while he ran up the stairs to the third floor. I followed him.

He opened the wooden door and let me in. The small hallway was dark with three doors, all closed except one. He closed the door behind us.

"Welcome to my home." He said, letting the backpack down on the floor.

„Do I get a tour?", I asked, smiling at him. He took my hand and laughed.

„Well, this is the hallway, a big entrance as you can see. And right here is the bathroom."

He opened the door to reveal a small, quirky bathroom, shaped like a tube with a toilet right in front of the sink.

„Oh that's actually quite useful! Like, when you're drunk you can pee and throw up at the same time without causing a mess!" I walked in the bathroom, into the shower and opened the small window.

„And if you're in for a voyeur just open the window!" I waved at the neighbours and laughed before closing it again, turning around to smile at him.

"I knew you would love this bathroom." He grabbed my hand and pulled me close, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I've got plenty ideas what I'm going to do with you in here..."

He leaned down and kissed me, gentle and loving this time. There was no rush, no hunger in it, it was just two lovebirds kissing.

"Come on, I'll show you the rest", he said before pulling me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
"Here's where the magic happens! Like, as you can see, it's nearly smaller than the bathroom but I can work with it. I mostly get, uh, takeout to be honest. But I've bought some groceries for this weekend just for you!"

He smiled at me, proudly, as if this was the best thing ever and I smiled, believing him. It was the best thing ever.

"I don't need a big kitchen, I'm completely fine with this. You got an oven and a microwave, that's all you need, honey!"

I swirled around, looking at the blank walls before meeting his eyes, deep like an ocean, resting on me.

"With you in there it's way better. I'll show you the last room." He offered me his hand again and I take it.

He opened the last door to reveal his bedroom. It's small with a window to his fire escape, overlooking the Central Park. I walked inside and looked around; he had pictures of his mom on the walls, with him as a baby.