#autcr

“--Miele, stop! I’m trying to read!”

Luciano grins, side eyeing her as he flips a page. He sighs, closing the novel and setting it aside. 

“So... are you gonna keep staring like that, or will you pass the ketchup over there?”

Not that he quite knows who he’s speaking to, no-- his eyes are too focused on his phone, barring attention from even the plate of food that rests in front of him. Regardless, he keeps his hand held out, waiting for the condiment to be passed in his grasp.

The rain was absolutely atrocious; Luciano’s clothes and hair had be battered with it just from walking to and from his car. He sighed as he entered the house, noticing, immediately, the lack of light. Ci entered the kitchen to find his wife, smiling softly at the sight of her.

“The power goes out, and here you are..still busting your ass to make dinner...” He murmurs, moving to wrap his arms around her despite the dampness of his clothes. “...Where are the kids?” He asks, his lips finding her neck shortly after to trail a few kisses there.

The setup was nice, actually. He quite enjoyed the dim light and the smell of the burning wick- it was sensuous in a way. He smiled, “Did the power really go out or is this a surprise romantic dinner date at home?”

In the air, you could smell a sense of perspiration and anxiety for what was about to take place as Luciano took his time pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. Turning the car off and removing the key for the ignition, Luci looked to his wife who sat in the passenger seat.

“..I feel like I’ve sweat through my suit..” He whispers, lifting his arms to check for stains, which there weren’t any. “Kat..I’m nervous..what if..you know..he doesn’t like me? I mean, I’ve already made quite the first impression, don’t you think?”

He looks at himself in the pull down mirror, noticing how his once styled hair was beginning to droop down onto his forehead.

thunder (thunder thun) thunder

☁ to see my muse indoors while it storms outside!

God, really, of all the times a storm had to happen it had to be when he decided to walk back home because he couldn’t find anything to ride back. He still grimaced at the thought as he stepped into the house, soaking wet, and just standing on the floor mat in front of the door of the house he was gratefully led into.

But he couldn’t really will the storm away, can he. So his disappointment shifted into awkwardness as he looked around the house, not moving from the mat (which was starting to get soaked with the wet nurse standing upon it).