After half an hour of catching her breath, sitting on the couch, she explored the apartment. She had been in this place before but never had the chance to look around more closely.
Luckily, the landlord remembered her. After an elaborate explanation of her situation, she let her inside the room.
"I still got it." She muttered to herself as she remembered the scene with the old lady.
Of course, she had to use her skills in acting to convince her to give her the keys to this place. But she never lied about her reason.
She walked to the kitchen, wondering if he had what she needed to prepare them a decent meal. She planned to surprise him with a nice dinner with candlelight.
"Ummm! What do you have here?" She scanned the fridge for its contents.
She knew he was more responsible than her. He knew his way around the kitchen. Truthfully, he was a better cook than her.
