At exactly 6 sharp, casually dressed in olive green shirt sleeves rolled up and black jeans with his favorite black Chelsea boots, a pretty bouquet of flowers in his left arm, that his secretary Mr.Morrison has arranged. Nobody could go wrong with white flowers and not when they are coming from his side. Pushing his hair back he knocked on the apartment he visited last night, not that he has a habit of frequenting his bedmate's houses but this one is an exception.
One, he didn't really sleep with the brunette, and two, he would like to apologize for his behavior which he should have done last night but alas he is here. Gracing his face with a pleasant smile which was a rare occurrence but one which was necessary, as situations demand, he prepared himself to unleash his full charm on the screamer, first things first he would ask for her name, it doesn't sound right to call her that.
