with a splash of desire

Eric finished his morning run and then had a shower and changed ready to meet Amelia. It was a little nerve wracking. No matter how many other people thought he was attractive, Eric always heard his mother’s negative voice inside his head reminding him that he was never good enough. But today was a step into the unknown, someone wanted to paint him which was a great thing, maybe he was model material. He could have gone down that route if he hadn’t have been that shy. Now at her doorstep with some snacks and a bottle of wine as a gesture of thanks… and a slight dutch courage for him in case she wanted to paint him like one of the french girls, He bit his bottom lip and knocked. When she opened the door, Eric smiled. “Hi.. I brought wine and a charcuterie board just in case you were hungry.” 

Amelia grinned, stepping aside to allow him the space to come inside her apartment. "Aw, thanks. That's incredibly sweet of you and also perfect timing because this," she held up her nearly empty wine glass, "is all I have left of the wine in my apartment. Come in - I’ll get you a glass.” After shutting the door behind him, she moseyed over to her kitchen area - built into the corner of an open concept floor plan - and opened one of the cupboards to pull out another wine glass. She could tell he was a little nervous, but she’d expected that given how their conversation went the last time they spoke. She hoped the wine would help lessen the nerves a little. “I take it you found the building pretty easily?” she asked. “Hopefully I wasn’t too hard to find.”