He had never done this, never just walked beside a strange woman hand in hand. There was something about it that left him a little uneasy, or maybe nervous. There was obviously no expectations between the two, walking and conversation was all they they expected from each other and Heath could draw confidence from that. He was always much more dashing and flirtatious under the influence, and without the liquid courage he was comfortable with the relaxed air that lingered between them.
The smile she gave was shining, and made him rethink the tense-less air that he hoped not to ruin. Her question was a playful one, as was her motions. Looking down Heath made sure that his eyes did not linger, attempting to be some sort of gentlemen. A smiled opened his mouth as he moved to speak, Very much. He laughed. The dress itself was beautiful but only because she wore it. Though, without it he was certain her beauty would not decrease. So your an artist in more then one way? He questioned playfully.
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