One thing that Aldrich was working on was his confidence. It seemed to fluctuate lately, and it took a dive as Scarlett didn't respond to his late minute for the briefest moment. His heart soared when he heard the familiar noise of a pop, seeing the very woman he had been dreaming about all day.
He was practically drooling as he stared at her from the couch. He hadn't thought to get up and change, for some ridiculous reason he'd thought she would give him a warning she was coming. He was wearing his glasses, a white grey sweater that had patched elbows, and a pair of grey sweatpants. He hadn't truly been expecting company, today was a writing day. He was supposed to be writing about Violet, but he had found himself writing about the very goddess that was standing in his living room.
"I never mind," he said as he got up, slipping off the sweater so that it fell into a heap on the sofa. He was crossing the room in an instant, he'd have apparated if it would have been faster. "You liked it that much?" he asked with surprise, pressing a kiss to her jaw. "I was supposed to be writing about Violet, somehow I was completely distracted by you," he admitted in a whisper.