Dinner at the Sterling Residence | | Luca & Lucas
Lucas hurried about the house, fussing with things. He'd warned Luca that he was still in the middle of unpacking everything, but still he wanted to make a good impression. His home's first viewing, their first quasi-date.
Half-opened boxes were scattered throughout the house, piles of books covered the floor in the study, the entertainment system hadn't been set up yet and a huge pile of finished canvases were propped up against the wall in the living room/ Lucas had decided against leaving them in the New York gallery and brought them with him, but he hadn't yet worked out were he was going to store them.
But the kitchen and master bedroom were completely unpacked, and the rest of the furniture was in it's place...mostly. He went and checked dinner again, the spicy thai aroma flooding through the house. Dinner was simmering nicely, so Lucas headed off to get changed into a blue and white plaid shirt over a pair of blue jeans. And it was just in time too.
The doorbell went. Luca had arrived. Lucas dashed downstairs, brushing back his disheveled hair as he opened the door. "Luca! You made it! Come in, come in," he said ushering him inside. Lucas gave him a brief hug before leading the blonde man down the hall. "Please excuse the mess, still sorting everything out." He stole a look at Luca, hoping he'd made a good impression. "How are you? Can I get you a drink of something?"