Rachel sat in silence the whole ride. She was rethinking everything. The more she thought about it all, the less she wanted to do this. She crossed her arms, leaning back against the seat and looking over out the window.
When the car stopped, Rachel opened up her door, going to the trunk and grabbing her bag. She hefted it onto her shoulder. She looked at the apartment. It looked a whole lot nicer than she had expected. She looked over at Mr. Torres and walked with him. "How'd you get this?" she asked, looking at the apartment.
(Mhm.)