The taxi ride was too short in Oskar's opinion, and he tried to hide his awe at the lights and buildings. He'd spent his whole life in Blakeburg, having only gone to Stockholm for school trips. So the city was amazing for him, like a storybook.
He squeezed Eli's hand as the taxi slowed to a stop, moving to hand the man money. He figured out how much, and left a tip like his mother would have - an extra ten, so he wouldn't have to do calculations - and walked out. He blinked at the apartment building. "It's pretty," he whispered.