"Oh dear..." he sat down his wine glass on the kitchen counter, straightening his jacket and shirt again for the millionth time. Natalie hadn't lost her British accent, but what he heard on the buzzer was a little thicker than he'd ever heard from her.
For a man that was usually calm and knew what to do with himself, he felt his palms sweat. He walked past Natalie to get a quick kiss before finding somewhere to place himself until they came upstairs.