The eyes of eons. [Slow Editing]

Chapter 6

     His apartment located in Battery Park right on the bank of Hudson River. As we walked into the foyer, he introduced me to the doorman.

     “Dominique, this is Miss Bright. She’ll stay with me for a while.”

     “How are you?” I smiled and shook the butler’s hand.

     “Very well, Miss.” His fogged gray eyes smiled together with his lip, giving away his genuine kindness nature.

     “This way,” Alexandre gestured towards the elevators forcing me to cut on the chat with Dominique.

     I bit my tongue and spun to the side he showed me. Awkward silence hung between us while we were waiting for the cage to arrive, and has stretched until the doors of his apartment.

     He opened the door with the keys, and theatrically gestured around, exhibiting his property. And the last, with a weak smile he pointed at my bedroom to be. Of course, his apartment was magnificent. It was modern, big and airy, slightly upscale for my liking, with hints of bachelor style of life and tastefully arranged furniture. I noticed a huge TV screen and designer picked window drapes, though of a dull color. As expected, his kitchen was empty, without even a slight touch of woman. Good, right? However, in comparison with the rest of the apartment, my bedroom looked simple and clearly not used for a long time. Dust covered every inch of surfaces in the room. It was everywhere: on a nightstand, on a lamp, on a small desk, even the bed cover had a layer of dust on it.

     “Yeah,” Alex mumbled standing behind my back. “Nobody used it in a while. Needs some cleaning to do.”

     “I guess so,” I agreed mentally calculating where to begin. “Do you have a laundry room?”

     “Uhum, near the guest bathroom.”

     “Great,” I took my luggage from his hand and left it aside by the wall. “Paper towels and some cleaning supplies?”

     “Kitchen. Under the sink.”

     “Got it.”

     I started with laundry. A year, not less, aged bedding set, I stashed first into the machine. Then for the next load I prepared filthy window curtains from my room and while it was washing, I scrubbed to its shine all my furniture and floor. 

     Not waiting for Monday to start my new life, I finally opened my travel bag and inserted my laptop and shoebox with CDs. Right away I hooked up the internet and began sending my resume. I understood that this arrangement was temporary only, despite Alexandre’s good deed and his cool. 

     I finished with basics. Then I ran through my mail and fixed a couple of bills. After that I organized my daily reminder and then sat back on the chair absentmindedly staring into the screen of my laptop. 

     “Are you hungry?” Alexandre knocked softly on the door.

     “A little,” I confessed giving him a quick glance. 

     “You don’t need to get into job hunt right away. It’s Sunday,” he strolled towards me.

     “Actually, I do.” I pressed my lips into a hard line.

     “Are you stressed about it?”

     “I don’t know, by body is stressed, but mind seemed to work sharp...surprisingly, though,” unintentionally I looked at the shoebox, “I guess, I am stressed.” All those weird melodies in my head…