Silviya had torn through her flat making sure everything was neat and tidy and clean and nothing embarrassing was out in view. Even through her bedroom. Not that he would be seeing her bedroom. This was just a conversation, after all, basically a meeting. Yes, this was a meeting. To decide on this... venture of theirs.
And yet when he knocked, she felt her pulse speed up just a tick and she licked her lips nervously. She'd known Terence since she was a student, after all, she could handle seeing him. Of course she could.
She answered the door in the jeans and sweater she'd been wearing all evening, but seeing him standing there grinning, she felt maybe she should have changed. He looked effortlessly good. And why wouldn't he? It wasn't as if he'd put effort into this. It was a meeting.
"Hi," she said, putting on a small smile, hoping to hide her nerves. "Come on in," she added, stepping back from the door.