Paul kept tugging Emma's hand as they stepped out from his car in front of his apartment.
"A hotel room?" She giggled her question.
"My apartment."
"Oh." She sounded impressed, which made him chuckle as he swiped his door card.
"Wow, look at that view." Emma went over to the window before he could even have a chance to stop. Even though her heels were not high her feet tripped over the rug as she ran to the window.
"It's so vivid and magical. I can take photos for hours up here. Look at the lighting from the buildings." Suddenly all nerves seemed to have disappeared as she stared out his window and gazed over the city.
But for Paul there was only one view he was interested in and it was nothing compared to the fine sight of her standing against it, especially now that her tension had been evaporated. While she was checking the view through his window, Paul was checking her standing there.
