“Better half of a year, now,” he said as he used his key to unlock the door and let Kira in.
The main entrance was cement floors and brick walls, not in the best shape, but there were not structural cracks showing, leaving anyone anything to be concerned about. A shabby, low quality rug spread over the length of the hall, but nothing smelled terrible - unless someone counted the cold bricks as pa bad smell.
“I knew I needed to live near public transportation, somewhere close to my job, and I wanted a lot of space, studio apartments in converted warehouses give you a lot of room for not a lot of rent if they’re not that pretty.” He gestured around himself. He called this home, but it wasn’t a beautiful palace.