*Noah's POV*
The Manhattan real estate agent adjusts her designer glasses and forces another smile. "And this unit offers prime city views and luxury amenities throughout."
I glance around the sterile apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the bustling street below, but the space feels cold. Impersonal.
"The monthly maintenance is only twelve thousand," she continues brightly.
Scarlett walks to the window, her reflection ghostlike against the glass. "It's nice."
"Just nice?" The agent's smile falters.
"It doesn't feel like home."
"This is Manhattan's premier luxury building. The waiting list alone is six months."
"I'm sure it is."
The agent turns to me desperately. "Sir, perhaps you have thoughts on the property?"
"Whatever makes Scarlett happy makes me happy."
"This is our fifth viewing today. Surely one of these magnificent properties..."
"They're all fine," Scarlett says. "But fine isn't what we're looking for."
