In the bustling street, Damon and Eleanor stepped out of the hotel.
The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, weaving through the sound of honking cars and hurried footsteps.
Eleanor adjusted her sunglasses, glancing at Damon, who walked beside her with an effortless confidence.
"So, how many places are we checking out today?" she asked, her voice light yet tinged with curiosity.
Damon pulled out his phone, scrolling through the list of properties his assistant had arranged.
"Five for now," he replied, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "But I'm hoping you'll help me narrow it down before I lose my mind."
"Ugh!" Eleanor smirked, crossing her arms. "Since when do you need my opinion on a place to live?"
"Since I realized you have better taste than most real estate agents combined." Damon glanced at her, his lips twitching.
"Fine," Eleanor rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the small smile forming on her lips. "But don't expect me to sugarcoat anything."
