Cross Currents
The apartment smelled like a delicate mix of lavender and freshly laundered linens. It would have been deemed an olfactory delight by any smell connoisseur (if there was such a thing), but it made Apala giddy and she crinkled hers. Stepping over to the windows immediately, she slid them open, inhaling the August breeze and drawing out the nauseous feeling from her belly, releasing it like it could fly away. For a moment, the cars streaming past way below her formed an interesting visual, but soon she became aware of the nip in the air and fled inside to the warmth of her tea mug and glowing tablet screen. Could be the best of both worlds, Apala consoled herself, reminiscing about the interview that had brought her here as well as the stunning landscape that had presented itself on her journey via sky train. The city lights were dimmer here, not as inviting as near downtown, but there was definitely more scope to explore the neighboring park reserve and lakes and even caves, as sh