Allen Rivera has an apartment in the city.
It's about a 15-minute drive from the Prosecutor's Office, with convenient transportation, and the Community has great greenery and environment. The residents are mostly well-off middle-class people.
He lives on the 11th floor.
As he pressed the button for the 11th floor, Allen joked to Jane McCain, "When I bought the place, the 11th-floor units were hard to sell. People called it the 'eternally single' floor."
"And you still bought it?" Jane laughed, "Aren't you afraid of being single forever?"
"Back then, I didn't think being single was a big deal." Allen glanced down at her and took her hand. "But that was before I met you."
Jane pursed her lips and shyly nuzzled her forehead against his shoulder, inexplicably wanting to act coy.
The apartment was a spacious three-bedroom unit with an open layout, decorated in a minimalist Nordic style, very rational and cold in feel.
