Curtains and Cushions
Connor let him self into Lester’s…no…their flat.
Wandering through, he found Lester in the kitchen. He was standing with his back to Connor, an apron tied around his waist and he seemed to be wrist deep in a mixing bowl. A tray of cupcakes appeared to be cooling on the side.
Something clicked in Connor’s head and he backtracked into the lounge and looked around.
Something was different.
There were net curtains over the large picture windows that looked over London and new curtains had replaced the blinds.
A throw now covered the leather sofa and it was newly adorned with cushions that were clearly too large to ever be practical.
He walked back to the kitchen a confused look on his face. He coughed discreetly and Lester whirled around to look at him.
“Um…Lester? Are you nesting?”