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ing. I pinch the skin on my i

The walls are soundproof, by the way..." Brian, my new building super and winner of friendliest perso

dinner parties." He continues, and I try to remain serious, looking like I am use

to myself. It is safer that way. But I made a pact that when I moved, I would start fr

apartment. Is it unprofessional? I dare say yes, but I kind of like

the question. I'm not in the habit of sharing my life wi

little at a time will hopefully make it easier. I touch my cell that sits in my pocket, eager t

my brightest. She wanted to give me a lift to try something she thought I would excel at.Who does that?She has literally been my guardian angel, and I don't think I will ever be able to repay her. Not only for the apa

r as I try, once again, to keep from gaping at my surroundings. This is, without a doubt, the nicest place I have ever been in. Not just lived in, but actuallystepped into. Fancy is not my life, and this apartment isFancyw

and walking to the window, positioning myself next to him. My eyes flick do

.Although..." he says, leaning closer to me, his voice lowering. "The old guy in 2B can be a bit of a pain in the ass sometim

and heads toward the kitchen. The stiffness in my neck comes

artment on the waterside at Harbor East proved more challenging. Getting turned around multiple times and having to ask a stranger for d

y... I wanted something new," I t

een my legs. So, I know all about fresh starts. You have come to the right place. Baltimore just feels good... Plus, I'm here, and I already know w

st friend before. Not in the wa

softie underneath it all." My chest warms at that assessment, just as his cell phone chimes. "Hmmm, I need to run, the old guy in 2B has an

ard. How the hell does anyone make friends when you are an adult? I e

e building owner on the kitchen counter for you as well." Pausing for a second, his lips purse, like he might be forgetting something. "Oh! And here's my card. P

rying to tamp down the nervous energy strumming through my body. I feel like I have wo

't really the kind that can lift heavy suitcases, if you know what I mean?" Brian asks, flashing his ver

only dirty thing in this entire apartment, further highlighting the differences between m

trip in our future." Giving me a wink, the tension yet again leaves my shoulders as my body starts to fill with more confide

ing, and... welcome to Baltimore!" he says, throwing his arms out wide like a game show host, showcasing the amazing view just outside the

n the edge of the sofa, taking it all in. A fully furnished, city high-rise apartment that screams high end, with every a

similar to my life. But you can tell it is unlived in. While aesthetically stunning, it has

see in a vintage textbook for an anatomy class. It is stunning. It highlights all the different parts of the organ, all of which I know by n

ployment starting Monday. I may not be able to mend a broken heart like a heart surgeon can

ht, the interior stark white, each shelf empty. My stomach grumbles at just the thought of food, the chocolate bar