Flat Moments

Sinclair

-What am I doing here?- Her hands securely tangled in his, they walked hand in hand from his garage to the front of his house. He has yet to let her go.

Sinclair looked around her. The neighborhood he was living in was far cry from where she came from. This was the opulent side of London where the rich and famous converged. More of an exclusive part of the city.

And Nicholas's modern townhouse was no exception. One could not even call it properly a bachelor's pad because it was not. It was a freaking three-story high-end modern structure.

It was still early in the evening but this type of neighborhood didn't have people milling about outside their flats. And it was too quiet.

"Nick," she squeezed his hand. He stopped and turned to her.

"Yes, sweet?" He arched his brow.

"Are you sure about this?" She bit her lip nervously.