An Intruder
"Let's go inside. It's gonna get colder out here," said Gael as he took Angela's hand and walked her towards the door of his house.
He opened the white double doors and stepped inside, dropping his car keys on the small tray on the buffet table to his left. Then he took off their coats and hung them on the hooks to their right. "This is it." He smiled, waving his hand and stepping aside to give her the first view of the interior from the foyer.
Gael's mother was a very neat and clean woman who always made sure the house was orderly even though she was quite busy with work. White walls stretched towards the kitchen down the hall with cream trimmings. Like most brownstones, the stairs were near the foyer and the living room was on the opposite side. It used to have a traditional interior, but over the years, Gael had done renovations and updated the furniture so it was a combination of contemporary and traditional. It looked breathtaking.