Raleigh doesn't even notice the dirt. That's probably the first sign that it's right, because she doesn't notice the grime - if Joel had asked, she would have said it was 'a little dusty' when it would be many, many rags and a lot of vacuuming and scrubbing and wiping to get it clean.
It's covered in soot and dirt and grease, and it's all nearly invisible as Raleigh walks through to the back, and she sees the fridge and she actually grabs Joel's arm, and she's- well. Raleigh's bouncing up and down, and she's pulling him towards it. "Look! Look, seriously- and there's the hookups for the ovens, I wish they hadn't stripped them, but- it's a good size, too. It's not too big, you know?" Not too big, not the size of a closet. There's some other supplies and shelving that've been left behind, and she's already seeing it, already seeing in her mind's eye just what the whole place would look like.
It's the kind of place that she could see--
Well. She's not thinking that she's going to have kids any time even remotely soon, but someday, someday eventually, it's the kind of place she could see baking things here when she's got a family, a squirmy four-year-old sitting on the counter as she teaches them how to make a proper linzer, and it just sort of sits right and she feels like she's...home.
"This is it." If she could, she'd buy it. She'd not rent it, she'd buy it, right now, no questions asked, not knowing how stable it is or if there's termites or if it's haunted, but they're looking to rent, and her eyes flick to Joel's. "This is it." She just knows.
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It's covered in soot and dirt and grease, and it's all nearly invisible as Raleigh walks through to the back, and she sees the fridge and she actually grabs Joel's arm, and she's- well. Raleigh's bouncing up and down, and she's pulling him towards it. "Look! Look, seriously- and there's the hookups for the ovens, I wish they hadn't stripped them, but- it's a good size, too. It's not too big, you know?" Not too big, not the size of a closet. There's some other supplies and shelving that've been left behind, and she's already seeing it, already seeing in her mind's eye just what the whole place would look like.
It's the kind of place that she could see--
Well. She's not thinking that she's going to have kids any time even remotely soon, but someday, someday eventually, it's the kind of place she could see baking things here when she's got a family, a squirmy four-year-old sitting on the counter as she teaches them how to make a proper linzer, and it just sort of sits right and she feels like she's...home.
"This is it." If she could, she'd buy it. She'd not rent it, she'd buy it, right now, no questions asked, not knowing how stable it is or if there's termites or if it's haunted, but they're looking to rent, and her eyes flick to Joel's. "This is it." She just knows.