#apartment.

"Can I get you tea or something?" Warren asked over his shoulder, looking towards the couch as he stood at this fridge, bottle of French vanilla coffee creamer in his hand. Coffee, he was getting coffee from the kitchen but he was thinking about how Josefine kind of fit in here. Sure everything in his place kind of had that more rustic feel, he'd like to think he felt like some kind of modern city lumberjack. He couldn't have a cabin here, that was left up in Canada, but he had seen the industrial apartment and had been completely taken by it. Besides, it was just him, it didn't need to be anything super fancy, it was open but it was comfortable. People didn't come over often unless he was taking a client home for a case, he liked to work from home which might not be the wisest idea, but he didn't mind. So having Josefine over felt exciting, having someone in the usual (kind of lonely) space, was warming to his probably very cold heart. @josefinexgatti