I stepped inside.
The first thing that hit me was the scale of it. This wasn't an apartment. This was a fucking penthouse.
The entrance hallway alone was bigger than my entire living room back at 5E. Hardwood floors that actually looked expensive, not the engineered laminate we had in the dorms. Crown molding along the ceiling. Recessed lighting that created this soft ambient glow instead of harsh overhead fluorescents.
We walked past a sitting area with leather furniture that probably cost more than my dad's car. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the ocean stretched out in every direction, the sunset painting everything orange and gold.
A full kitchen sat off to the left. Not the little kitchenette with two burners and a mini-fridge. An actual kitchen with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and a gas range that looked professional-grade.
"Jesus," I said.
Misato didn't respond. Just kept walking.
