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Evie was the first woman other than his now-deceased mother to visit Constantine’s apartment. It was definitely a man’s apartment, lacking a woman’s gentle touch; there were no cushions anywhere to be seen and it looked what it was – the home of a socially awkward young man. She thought it was a real shame that such a handsome and genuinely good-hearted man should be crippled by such debilitating shyness. So, as an act of charity on her part, she would make his last day on Earth a happy one. No man should die a virgin.
Constantine was totally winging it. He had no idea what he was doing, half expecting to make a faux-pas at any time that might send Evie rushing out of the door. The beers had increased what courage he had but he was still uncertain of the ‘etiquette of amor’ as he call
