Felix's Mansion

I know Felix said we were going somewhere private, but I didn't expect this.

A house? Sure. Maybe a nice, cozy studio apartment. Maybe a loft with some funky art on the wall and dirty dishes in the sink. Maybe even a room with weird posters and an unmade bed that smells like cologne and laundry detergent. Well, I described Elliot's room as if he and Felix somewhat the same.

But this? This is a mansion.

I mean, technically it might not be. But in my world—this place counts. It's the kind of house you see in artsy music videos. The kind where the walls are clean and the floors are marble and there are indoor plants that look like they get weekly therapy more than I do.

The kind of house I used to walk past as a kid and imagine myself living in, just for one day. Long hallways and high ceilings. Furniture that looks too expensive to sit on.