Painting Love In A Crimson Flow [Three]

I happily sat down on the beat up couch after Camilla left. I was surprised by how easily I fell in love with the apartment. If I were in the states, I would have hated it. I think I fell in love with it for the view-it would be something I could never grow tired of.
I relaxed for a short while before deciding I needed to unpack what little things I brought. Heading into another tiny room, I found a bathroom. The walls were a little grimy, but it wasn't anything I couldn't live with. There was a tub, so I could relax whenever I needed, a toilet shoved into the corner, and a mini sink right next to the door. It was small, but it was good enough-it was only me living in the apartment, anyways.
I unpacked my necessities, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, brush, comb and all other vital needs for proper hygiene before I left the room. I threw my bag of clothes on the floor before leaving the apartment, locking it behind me.
I walked back down the three flights to the floor I originally entered. I walked to Camilla's room and asked her if she knew of any stores I could buy food, clothes and things for the apartment. She told me a few places and jotted them down on paper with the directions before I left on my journey to buy things to make the apartment life easier for me.
I followed Camilla's directions before finding a small clothing store. Going inside, I found everything I really would ever need. Nothing was fancy-it was all simple every-day clothing. I grabbed a few tee shirts, a few pairs of jeans, undergarments and a warm down jacket along with more scarves, gloves and beanies. I gathered everything together, went and paid up front and then left, with three bags of clothing in my hands.
Walking further, I found a small grocery store. Most of the writing was in Finnish, but I could determine what most of the food was based on what it looked like. Picking up a few varieties of cuisine, I paid for some more stuff and left. I walked back to the apartment, put my stuff in there-otherwise I would've killed myself with excessive amounts of bags. I walked in the opposite direction as before, and went to a department store that Camilla jotted down. The department store was big, but it wasn't gigantic. It was a reasonable size and it had cleaning products, couches, beds and other types of furniture.

I picked out simple furniture for my apartment-along with a new couch and bed because I didn't trust what was in the apartment. I gathered cleaning products and requested a delivery to my apartment. I paid for the cleaning products and the furniture I had selected before heading back to the apartment.
Once again, I took in the scenery as I walked around, still in love with the white snow that was everywhere. I continued walking in admiration when I bumped into somebody, and everything in my bags fell to the ground. I bend down and started picking everything up, I apologized to the person without looking up, and noticed that whoever it was, was assisting me. I could tell it was a man, based on how their hand looked like a man's hand was. "It's not your fault, love. I wasn't looking where I was going either" the man told me in a thick, accent-it was a thicker accent than the man in the coffee shop.
"No, seriously it was my-" I paused as I glanced up to meet emerald green eyes of the man before me, "it was my fault" I repeated. I got nervous before standing with everything back into their proper bags. "I have to go, and I'm sorry, again!" I exclaimed before rushing off.
"It's not your fault" he responded while I rushed away.
Wow, I thought to myself, he was beautiful or whatever the masculine equivalent is.

Six hundred threescore and six
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