Norman

Norman looked around her apartment. He'd never been inside before, and he liked it. It was tiny. Much smaller than his penthouse suite, which he loved.

Sasha's space was filled with personality, life, love, all of it. He saw a picture of her graduation with her mother and father on either side.

She had agreed to be the mother of his child, and instead of letting her change her mind, he'd wanted to go to her place to iron out the details.

Taking a seat, he leaned back, and sighed. She had a wonderful sofa, nice and soft on the back, and something to sink into. Resting his head back, he closed his eyes, and it was strange how he found peace. The apartment smelled like her. A floral sweet scent that always made him want to press his nose against her neck, breathing her in.

"I don't have any fancy coffee I'm afraid, so I made hot chocolate."

He watched as she walked in, and bent down to place his coaster on the coffee table.

"Hot chocolate is fine. Do you cook for yourself?" He noticed th