The realtor opened the door to the apartment.
Her heels echoed on the hardwood floors as she entered behind him. When they had passed into the living room he rattled off the features of the place: “It’s two bedrooms, two baths, and a balcony.”
“I like the flooring,” she said, drifting around the room, peeking into the kitchen and living room.
“Can I see the balcony?”
“Of course. I think it’s through here,” he said, leading the way towards the back of the apartment, through the master bedroom and onto the large balcony.
“The view is something else,” she said.
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