You're not technically escaping the city.But it feels like you are.
The apartment's tucked at the back of the block.And there's this strange stillness like the kind you think only exists in Tuscan villages and group chats that haven't turned toxic yet.
There's a balcony for your morning coffee.Ideally brewed by someone hotter than you who stayed over and insists on using a stovetop espresso. (You say you don't like him. But he brought fresh croissants. So.)
The kitchen is chaos.As in: stunning.
