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That made her laugh, too. “Well, I warned you!” A quick turn and street-crossing, and the middle-height towers of a New York apartment complex rose before them. In just a few moments, she was capably unlocking a lower-floor door, opening it into a remarkably large space for New York living.
It was crowded with bookshelves and electronics, though. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.
Two cats twined themselves about her ankles immediately, the silver tabby importuning them both with continuous meows. The larger, seal-point-and-white bicolour, merely stropped himself busily, headbutting Tom’s ankle as well.
Tom continued on his way beside her, being greeted by the feline that rubbed against his ankles. He chuckled, kneeling down to greet the cat back with a gentle hand across its back. He looked around, standing up again to look over some of the books, some to be recognizable to him. “What are you talking about, ‘messy’?” He smiled over to Summer, glancing back at the two little cats.
“Your standards must be soooo different from mine. Kay. Um. The remote is in the round chair, ask if you need any help, do you want anything to drink?” Summer paused in the hallway, looking back at Tom. “I’ve got soda, fruit juice, a little wine, water … no beer, but there’s cider.”