The way she phrased herself made him envision the phone call going on indefinitely, which he wouldn't have minded in the least - except he
did have to work. Sunday nights weren't as busy as Friday and Saturday but it didn't look like it would be dead, judging by the crowd milling around outside the room he was in. That was good. It would keep him distracted, so he didn't get too uptight thinking about seeing her.
"Awesome," he grinned approvingly, impressed that she offered her address before he asked. "I'll be there early, to give us plenty of time. For the tour," he clarified, cringing when he heard himself making the conversation awkward. God, he was babbling. He needed to get out quickly. "Listen, I better go. Work. I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?" He waited for her to respond and if she had anything pressing to say, he would reply but his goal was to say goodbye and get off the phone before he made a complete fool of himself.
He sat in the silent room after the phone call ended, staring at his phone. When her address text came in, he grinned and sent a reply back to her -
Got it! Thanks. See you tomorrow night He recognised that the section of the city she lived in was rather exclusive and he anticipated something expansive
and expensive. His mind wandered, constructing elaborate fantasies about extravagant mansions (and them fucking their way around it) for a full five minutes before he came to his senses and put his phone away. With a resigned sigh, he then left the feeding room, determined to keep himself constructively occupied.
~*~
Twenty-four hours later, Kerr pulled up at a large wrought-iron gate at the end of a long dirt road. He leant over the steering wheel, checking he had the right house number and then peering up at the camera perched atop the gate. He hoped that the text he'd sent before he left his place forty minutes ago (he lived in the Riverfront Lofts on the south side, quite a hike from the north west, where Sonya lived) was enough warning about his arrival. He smiled when the gate moved, allowing him silent entrance to the property. He drove onwards, parking his car on the side of the circular driveway, near a topiary bush in the shape of an elegant bird.
Getting out of the car, a sense of trepidation overrode his excitement. He closed his door and stood beside the vehicle, looking up at Sonya's beautiful home, fiddling with his clothes. He'd dressed casually, wearing a nice pair of jeans, boots, a navy blue polo shirt and his black leather jacket. He'd showered, washed his hair, shaved his face and applied deodorant and a light spritz of an Armani cologne - something light but masculine. He hadn't wanted to overwhelm her with scent but he still wished to make an impression; he wanted her to know he'd taken care with his appearance. For her.
After a last ruffle of his hair (it was slightly longer on top and he'd used a bit of wax before scrunching it, for some texture), he approached the door. He spied another camera directed at him and smiled into this one as he alerted the inhabitants to his presence by ringing the bell or knocking, whichever was most appropriate. He waited patiently, his hands clasped lightly in front of him, hoping he didn't
look as nervous as he felt. He'd got the distinct impression - largely from the way Jeanne had hovered around him flirting for most of the night at work last night - that his visit to Awelfor Manor would impact his life in unforeseen ways and it was difficult to not be intimidated; he was
definitely intimidated.