Claire
When Claire said private dinner, she hadn"t expected Taylor to invite her to her new flat. She stood awkwardly between two towers of boxes, surprised by how bare the whole place was.
"How come you haven"t unpacked yet?" she asked as she took a seat on the high chair at the large stone kitchen island. What was even more surprising was the fact that Taylor seemed to be cooking herself.
"I hate unpacking with a passion," Taylor replied from the other side of the island, looking rather adorable in her yellow apron. "What can I get you to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Water, wine, juice. I’ve got lots of stuff to make it fresh."
“Juice, then. I want to keep a clear head.”
Her answer seemed to excite Taylor as she dove into the fridge and pulled out a whole armful of fresh fruits. “
