Solveig takes me into her appartment

"Are you coming now? It's getting cold out here. "Solveig leaned into the car through the still-open passenger side window. Okay, she wanted me to follow - the decision was made. I quickly searched for a parking space and followed her into the house. As I climbed the stairs behind Solveig, my thoughts and imaginations ran wild again. Oh yes, I wanted that perfect body that kind of floated up the stares and was only by a little summer dress. I stopped at the last landing, only to catch a glimpse of her under that dress.
"Alright, you li'l perv!" Solveig brought me back down to earth. She caught me peeping, i turned red (again) and followed her into the attic apartment. I was greeted by a smorgasbord of antique and used furniture, set up in colorfully painted rooms. Not quite my taste. Due to my job I was a fan of technical gadgets and accordingly useful designed things. Somehow the interior fit Solveigs personality, or at least what I expirienced of her so far. Before I could really take a look around we were already in the kitchen and Solveig had switched on a small kitchen radio, that played something somewhere between chillout and jazz.
"I hope you're not mad if I let you make the coffee now, but I have to take a shower first. I'll show you where everything is. "And she floated out, and the kitchen door slowly slid shut behind her. I had to fight a bit with the coffee machine (I only use instant coffee at home because of time constraints), but eventually I managed to get the machine working.
I wondered what I could do now. Solveig might still take a while to finish, and it was just not my style to snoop around in other people's homes. So I started to look through the cookbooks that were on the shelf above the stove. There was a bowl of fruits on the kitchen table. Since I hadn't eaten for a while I grabbed an apple. When a second apple and some cherries filled my stomach and Solveig still was not back, I decided to search the cupboards for coffee cups. The (probably too strong) coffee that I produced had steam out of the machine. And that was a sign that the coffee machine would soon have finished its work. But when I found no cups in the third cupboard, I gave up. I walked out of the kitchen, in order to ask Solveig through the bathroom door, where stored her coffee mugs.