Chapter 22

In the middle of the room, taking its place of importance, hung what looked to be a sixty-inch flat screen television. Noah laughed thinking about his thirteen-inch video player-television combo he had at his apartment. Yeah, this was slightly better.

Noah had failed to observe the floor until he stood near the couch and peered down. The brown area rug lay hiding a third of the room. But on closer inspection, Noah noticed red bricks, aged, with a hint of gray, done in a pattern that covered the whole room. “This floor is fucking amazing. Never seen anything this cool indoors.”

“Thanks. My friend’s dad, growing up, used to collect muscle cars, and this was what he had in his garage. The whole thing was cool. But I couldn’t afford the cars, so I settled on the next best thing. The floor.”

“You didn’t do this?” Noah couldn’t keep the awe from his words. He gazed at Mason. “Did you?”