Aurelia
I slowly follow him behind whilst everyone downstairs stares at me like I'm about to get a scolding.
He takes me to an office. Leonard probably established it for him so he's had where to be coming to whilst in the warehouse. He sits behind the desk and folds his hands on the desk.
The first thing I noticed was how sleek everything looked—cold, almost. The walls were painted a stark white, and the furniture was all modern and angular, with sharp edges that matched the tone of the room. It was a far cry from the cozy, cluttered space he used to have when we were together.
The desk, positioned perfectly in the center of the room, was practically bare, save for a slim laptop and a neat stack of papers. It was all so... sterile. I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. There was no trace of joy here. This place was almost too polished like it was trying to make a statement about who he is.