After our dinner, Samuel left to my relief. He went to his own penthouse and change. He said he's got some business to do and has to go out. I made sure I locked the door before I went to my room to fix my things.
I opened my luggage and started sorting out my clothes, and put them in my walk-in closet. Yeah! I have a walk-in closet, people. I love my new crib, but I still feel uncomfortable.
It feels like I'm beginning to like the life Samuel is giving me. I shouldn't feel this way. This is not me at all. But if I have to choose between staying in my old beat-up apartment and here, I'll choose this in a heartbeat.
I don't want to be a hypocrite, nothing beats that view from my window, and anything that will take me away from Ramon's Diner is better. I'm done with unpacking my clothes,
