*Ciara's pov*
The elevator ride didn't take us too long, we rode in a comfortable silence until we made it to the second floor. When the doors opened Patrick let me exit the elevator first, I smiled at him and began walking down the hallway towards mine and Kandy's apartment. When we got there I quickly unlocked the door and let both Patrick and I inside. The apartment was smaller than Patrick was probably used to growing up in a packhouse, but this apartment felt like a castle to me. "Here we are, home sweet home," I said out loud as we made our way from the entrance into the kitchen. This is the room that relaxes me, baking and cooking. I guess some habits are hard to break. Patrick was looking around the kitchen with a soft smile on his face. "What's on your mind?" I ask him curiously.
