love in real estate

chapter 2; french press

kris headed to the living room, he remembered it from the day before. brian had let him in while kris had got to work explaining the benifits of selling. it was a nice house, one of the only reasons kris convinced himself to continue trying. the living room was nice too, of course he wasn't thrilled with the decor. he sat on a bright orange couch pushed against the wall.

a statement peice he would assume, although what did he know, he's a business man not an interior designer.
to the left of the obnoxious couch sat a similarly obnoxiously colored purple bean bag. the bean bag matched the, much duller, purple walls.
one thing kris did like about the decor, a clean, square, glass coffee table. it had 4, sturdy, pale, wooden legs and a sturdy, pale, wooden lower shelf. it was clean and simple and the only thing keeping kris from hating the whole room.

2611 5th ave N. was a semi open concept design, he thought so at least, knowing the term semi open concept was pretty much the extent of kris' knowledge. there were only two walls that separated the living room from the rest of the house. a half wall that couldn't have been more then 4 feet long, separating the living room and foyer. the other a bar style wall, a little over 10 feet long, that separated the living room from the kitchen.

kris could see brian over the bar wall, he was making coffee, french press. kris thought it was pretentous, but if its good coffee then there was no problem- hell even if it isnt kris wasnt one to complain. brian was a complicated man it seemed, nice house, obnoxious colors, now a potiential coffee snob, must be old money. kris watched solemly, brian obviously knew what he was doing, there was a passion paulpable in the way he made the coffee, it was sort of beautiful, all the scooping and pouring and mixing and pushing and pouring again, all done with intent. there was intent in everything brian did, at least from what kris could tell.

kris checked his watch, 12:02, it felt like hours but he could have only gotten there 15 minutes ago, at most. he was bad with time, first the eternity at the door now the endless admiration, how the hell was he meant to keep accurate track of time in these conditions?? kris signed at himself, then he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. "oh sorry, did i keep you waiting too long?" brian asked, he seemed a little nervous.

"oh uhm no i- oh the coffee!" kris didnt what to linger on the familiar tension. he reached for the cup in brians left hand, glass and pale wood, matched the coffee table. definitely old money.

kris was very excited to drink this coffee, after watching the passion brian had put into the brew, who wouldnt be. even if it was terrible he would still enjoy every second of the experience. kris was being slow to take a drink, he was so excited but he really didnt want to burn his mouth, especially not in front of brian. after yet another eternity, the coffee finally reached his mouth, and it wasnt terrible. actually it was without doubt, easily, the best goddamn cup of coffee he'd ever had in his life.

he mustve looked as in awe as he felt because brian started laughing, it was brief, another fleeting moment, one that kris wished he could play on repeat. brian had a nice laugh, light and breathy, like more of a breath than a noise. kris was sure this wasnt his only laugh, but so far it was his favorite.

"that good huh?" brian said, followed by another spectacular short breathy laugh.
if he wasnt before, kris was definitely blushing now.
"wow, yeah it's really incredible"

maybe a french presses werent pretentious

AN-
i genuinely like this chapter :')