The place was a dump, she knew it, the realtor knew it and even the damn birds knew it but still Danni considered it. She walked through the patio, oh, excuse me, lanai since she was in freak country where they didn’t even speak normal, American english. It was open and had a nice, scenic view of the dumpsters across the street.
That was enough to cross it off her list even if she did it reluctantly. It was the fifth one just that day and the options were dwindling and her wallet tightening. She listened with half an ear as the realtor sang adulations like it was a mansion in the Hampton’s instead of a rathole in a semi decent spot in O’ahu.