Carved out of a much larger space when the building underwent renovation, it was barely bigger than a studio. Because of its retrofit design, once a person entered, they were required to take about fifteen steps through a narrow hall past the lavatory to finally reach the living area. Tiny but serviceable, the area was decorated in deep reds with a few accent colors here and there for interest. What had grabbed my attention the first time I’d been here and every time since, was the gorgeous and expansive view over D.C. from this twenty-first-floor vantage point. I leaned on the waist-high sill, staring out the window. “You planning to keep all the details to yourself?” Gav asked from the galley kitchen. He held up two bottles. “Red or white tonight?” I pointed to the claret we both enjoyed. “I’m feeling dark.” He set to work opening the bottle. I turned back to the window. Although the sun wouldn’t set for a few more hours, I looked forward to evening and the beautiful glow of the city at night, with the tall obelisk of the Washington Monument proudly taking center stage.
