In Tristan's penthouse, the theme was mostly focused on black and white. No too strong colors. Nothing to catch the eye and distract. At most there were dark blues, purples, and grays.
But, other than that, there really was not much color.
He could not say much about the rest of Ariel's apartment since he had barely gotten to see it. But her room was the exact opposite of Tristan's penthouse. When he had entered the space, he had been shocked by its brightness.
Her duvet was bright yellow, her pillowcases pink, and he had even seen an orange sheet peeking out from the made bed.
At the tiny desk where Tristan had sat there had been dozens of multi colored sticky notes. Most of them with ingredient lists on them, some with recipes. She also had pictures on her nightstand, but they had been too far for Tristan to make out without getting up and snooping.
Even on the giant wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room, there had been more sticky notes, and pictures.
