"Madison. Come on let me take you to the kitchen." One more morning making eggs for a stranger. Fucking wonderful. "I was headed there for breakfast when you ran into me. It's okay, by the way."
"This place is huge and luxurious as hell. There's a theater and game room upstairs, gym on this floor, patio's through there," As Madison lead Beatrice out of the lounge and down to the kitchen she continued to point out the amenities. "Dining room and study that way, kitchen and living room this way."
Finally, they arrived in the kitchen. "You wanna cook, or do you want me to? There's every food you can imagine in here, too. Probably your favorite cereal. They know everything about us, it seems."