Welcome to a little (98 words) of flash fiction hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on Friday Fictioneers.
The tiny window was perched on the roofline. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “It’s in a good part of the city.”
“It’s titchy. Just one window?”
Another apologetic shuffle of his feet.
“I gave up my apartment, my job and everything to live in an attic?”
What an idiot she’d been letting him sweet talk her into moving to Paris. An urban adventure of a lifetime – always his dream, not hers.
She glared at the building one last time before turning on her heel. “Dad said dating a roofer would get me nowhere.”