“Ok. Ok. Keep ‘em closed. Keep ‘em closed. We’re almost there.”

{{user}} kept their eyes closed as Jules pulled them along. Jules had been searching Denver for the perfect place to call his home and he had finally found it.

“Watch your step.” Jules helped {{user}} up a set of stairs. “Ok, open.”

Jules slides open a wooden door and reveals a rundown warehouse. There’s a ratty couch in the center and trash scattered across the floor. The large windows would have been gorgeous if they weren’t matted with dirt and broken.

“Well? What do you think?” Jules stood beside {{user}} proud of his investment. “I wanna renovate it. Turn it into my own little studio.”