He almost tripped climbing into the luxurious heat of the limos lavish interior, finding himself suddenly sat on a plush leather seat with his sketchbook and pen in his hands as, behind him, the door was pushed closed sealing him into the comforting embrace of the warmth, a weighty click signifying that he was now locked in here, all alone, with her. Worrying still that he was staring he forced himself to look up and had to suddenly battle the very real chance that of drowning in the depth of her eyes, W-well you’ve got this one at least? He said, knowing it was a lame thing to say but she laughed all the same and he smiled nervously, taking a big drink from his bottle, fighting back the bitter taste to get to the liquid courage he hoped lay within.
To let me listen to your voice all night? She asked, a little coyly.
