Felix had a lot of plans for the day and most of them involved finding new places to hide the stuff he didn’t want Nadya to find—which was no easy task given his apartment was a single room. But he got caught up with work at the studio, since the boss wanted to discuss the semester’s exhibitions, and he was on a meeting with his publisher all morning, which meant when he arrived at his place, one hour before the time they agreed on meeting, Felix needed to make his bed, take a shower and organize everything for her arrival.
The shower took him fifteen minutes and the bed, another five. He slipped into comfortable plaid pants and a black t-shirt before starting to move his stuff out of the way. He started by moving the nude art out of the way—God knows how she’d feel about that, but he wasn’t about to find out, putting the paintings behind a stack of blank canvases.
Felix threw a white sheet over the unfinished canvas on the easel, by far his most personal project. He had been working on it since he arrived in England and he didn’t want to tell anyone about it, not until it was done.
Ten minutes left. He pushed the couch closer to the tv—with some difficulty—and prepared the guitar for the game. He smiled at the thought of Nadya kicking his ass at guitar hero and having fun with it. Felix sincerely hoped it’d cheer her up about the whole musician thing.
He was lost in thoughts when he heard the knocks on the door, jumping on his feet and nervously taking one last look at his place before walking through the door and down the stairs that took him to the three-story building’s front door.
Felix unlocked it excitedly, “Hey! Oh, wow, you came prepared for battle, didn’t you?” He laughed softly. “Let me help you with that.” He reached for the stack of boxes, freeing her arms from them. “Get in, make yourself at home.” He kicked the door close after she stepped inside and lead her up stairs. “Don’t pay attention to the mess, okay? I don’t… I don’t have guests over very often. It’s like peeking inside my mind and my mind is a very messy place. The messiest. I hope it’s not a problem…”
He had left the door to his apartment open and Beemo, the cat, snuck outside just as they reached it. “Oh… yeah. I hope you’re not allergic to cats,” Felix said with a frown. He should’ve said that earlier. “Come on, Beemo, show her the way.”
But the cat just sat in front of the door and started to lick his paw. “He is a stray,” Felix explained with a small smile, stepping inside the apartment, “he does what he wants.” He put down the pizza boxes on the coffee table and slid his hands into his pockets. “So… was it difficult to find the address?” he asked, nervous about her judging his place. He had never invited a girl over before.
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