General

When Rachel saw the tiled floor her heart beat went double time. It wouldn't do to let the relator know so she kept the same bored facial expression she had had for the last five houses. It was slate, but not grey. It was blacks and browns in a chaotic tumble of wonderfulness. She inwardly squealed letting the slight roughness and coolness come through her stockinged feet. She made an effort to pout,"Oh the floor is so cold!" The relator's face fell and she almost felt guilty, but this was her hard earned cash and she wanted the best deal she could get.

"There's underfloor heating," he quipped, fussing with the knot of his tie."