Big Apple Dreams by Kamery Solomon Page A

into a true beauty of a living space. I walked through, almost able to see my face in the pristine wooden floors. There were no interior walls except for the one we’d just come though, the rest of them showing panoramic views of the city.
    “I can see the Statue of Liberty!” I laughed, making a beeline for the glass. “This is amazing.”
    “The upstairs is where all the bedroom and kitchen are. I think this floor was used for parties and general meetings , or relaxing.”
    I turned around and saw a staircase next to him and the door he leaned on.
    “I can’t even imagine living somewhere like this.” I looked out the window again, the sunset shining gloriously.
    “The terrace is upstairs as well,” Chris laughed.
    “Right,” I said, blushing and turning to him again. “Lead the way.”
    I returned to his side, and he took my hand, pulling me in the right direction. Butterflies erupted once more at his touch and I bit my lip, lowering my head so he wouldn’t see.
    “There’s a living area up here as well,” he said as we reached the pinnacle. “This was probably two separate apartments that were redone.”
    There was more wood flooring and huge windows, but I noticed the door to the outside like he’d mentioned. There was also a hall leading away to the rest of the house.
    “Whoever gets this place is lucky,” I said appreciatively. “I understand why you think it will sell so fast.”
    Chris tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me towards the glass door on the right. I could see a wrought iron table and chairs through it, several overgrown plants creating a closed in effect.    
    Within seconds, I was seated across from him, wishing he was still holding my hand.
    “So I take it you like the place,” he said with a grin.
    “I do, I laughed .
    “I’ll be sad when I don’t get to come look at it anymore,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms.
    The phone in his pocket rang and he excused himself to answer it, stepping back inside. I pulled my own out of my pocket, snapping a quick picture and sending it to Lizzy.
    A picture of her and Evan returned. It looked like they had gone out for pizza and were smashed in with lots of tourists.
    “Our food will be up momentarily,” Chris said, coming back outside.
    “What are we having?” I asked as I slid the device back into my pocket.
    “I didn’t get anything too fancy,” he said defensively.
    “That’s fine,” I giggled, blushing as he scooted his chair right next to mine and took my hand.
    “There’s a burger joint a few blocks away. I figured, what’s more American than a good burger and soda?”
    “A hot dog and a baseball game,” I laughed. “But I’ll take it.”
    The doorbell sounded inside . Chris rose again, squeezing my hand quickly before letting go. I could smell the food before he returned, my mouth watering over the delectable fumes wafting through the house.
    “So, the fireworks should start a little after the sun has finished setting,” he said, setting the bag on the table and sitting down again. “I actually thought we’d watch those from inside. The view is better, if you ask me.”
    “I agree.” I couldn’t get the smile off my face. It was nice to feel like I’d finally met someone who knew how to treat a lady.
    A carton was pulled out of the bag and set in front of me. Chris smiled huge as he opened it and watched my eyes bug out of my head.
    “It’s huge! I won’t even be able to fit my mouth around it!”
    “That’s part of the fun,” he laughed.
    “I can’t eat all of that,” I laughed. “I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to.”
    The burger looked delectable and like it could feed a village for a week. My mouth watered just thinking about how yummy it probably tasted. I was positive I would be taking leftovers home. Maybe Lizzy liked burgers, too?
    Chris pulled his own carton out of the bag and popped it open, making the delicious fumes even stronger. In the time it took me to figure