My Favourite Window--a short story by olivera-despina

I really enjoyed your story Olivera-despina and read it through slowly. It is well written and it captured my attention. I only picked up a couple of mechanical errors that are below. My suggestions are in [brackets]. Nice job!

To bring a little change into my routine, I took a different street that I had not walked for ages, and a brick house caught my attention. It was a pretty old house of three floors, and one of it’s [its] rooms was on the ground floor,

At half past seven, when the dog walk time was approaching, I came [to] the lady’s modest door,

«Good evening,» I exhaled at last. «This is for you.» And I stretched out the box with my handmade pie. [Copy and paste error? "Quotation marks" instead.]

Luckily, a homeless man was standing by the crossroads - a perfect chance to get rid of the pie, who [that] was now burning my hands as if I had stolen it.

«Damn, things like this must not happen to good people!» I thought, feeling my cheeks go on fire. [You can drop the "quotes" for inner voice, or thoughts].