Sure, why not.

"Sure, why not," Kate replied, her curiosity getting the better of her as she followed Oliver into his apartment. As he dashed toward the kitchen, she observed his movements, struck by his effortless grace.

A moment of self-awareness prompted her to shake her head, breaking the trance of her admiration. It was a fleeting glimpse into a world of temptation she dared not venture into.

"Make yourself at home," Oliver's voice called out from the kitchen as he set about brewing the coffee.

Kate glanced around, taking in the cozy ambiance of Oliver's apartment. While smaller than her own, it boasted a similar sense of homeliness. Wooden flooring lent warmth to the space, while a sleek flat-screen TV adorned the wall, beckoning for evenings of relaxation. A comfortable sofa promised hours of leisurely repose, and a study table stood with its chairs, a testament to moments of contemplation.

Her eye was drawn to a sketchbook resting upon the table, an alluring treasure trove of creativity. Intrigued, Kate couldn't resist the urge to explore its pages. Each sheet revealed finely crafted pencil sketches of various people, predominantly women. There was an undeniable artistry in the strokes, a meticulous attention to detail that left an indelible impression. There were quite a few nude sketches and Kate noticed that they were drawn with a lot of detail.

Oliver returned from the kitchen, bearing two steaming mugs of coffee. With a warm smile, he presented one to Kate, placing it gently in front of her.

"Thanks, this smells delicious," she remarked, appreciating the gesture. "I like to keep my mornings simple," Oliver replied, his eyes crinkling with a hint of contentment.

Her curiosity led her to inquire about the captivating sketches she had discovered moments ago. Kate held the sketchbook in her hand, her admiration evident. "These are amazing, by the way. Did you draw these?"

Oliver nodded, a touch of modesty coloring his reply. "Yeah, it's a hobby of mine. I used to draw a lot when I was young. But now that I'm older, I haven't done anything creative for a long time."

Kate, her own appreciation for creativity shining through, encouraged him with a gentle suggestion. "Maybe you should get back to it. You're good at it."

"Here, let me draw you," Oliver proposed as he gently took the sketchbook from Kate's hand, his fingers eager to grasp a drawing pencil. A soft flush tinged Kate's cheeks as she hesitated, murmuring, "You don't need to do that."

"Please?" Oliver implored, his eyes reflecting a plea that was hard to resist.

Kate conceded, her **** yielding to his earnest request. "Okay," she agreed, albeit with a hint of shyness in her voice.

"Thanks. Now, stay like that," Oliver instructed as he poised the pencil over the sketchbook. Kate obediently maintained her posture, her eyes keenly following the graceful movements of his hand.

Silence enveloped the room as Oliver delved into his work. His gaze remained unwavering, intently focused on capturing the essence of Kate's features. She, in turn, was spellbound by the meticulous dance of his artful strokes, each line a testament to his skill and attention to detail.

After approximately fifteen minutes, Oliver finally ceased sketching. He regarded his creation with a sense of anticipation. "What do you think?" he inquired, eager for her reaction.

Kate's astonishment was palpable, her eyes locked onto the sketch with a genuine sense of wonder. "Wow, it's amazing," she breathed, struggling to find words that could do justice to the artistry before her. "I never knew you were so talented."

Oliver's response was a soft-spoken thank you, his smile bearing the warmth of sincerity. "It's a pleasure to draw someone as gorgeous as you."

Kate felt a flutter of exhilaration as she caught the subtle undercurrent in Oliver's words. He was clearly flirting, and she couldn't deny the thrill it sent coursing through her. But just as swiftly, a pang of guilt crept into her consciousness, tinting her cheeks with a rosy hue. "Um, sorry," she stammered, her voice tinged with awkwardness. "I should get back to work."

With a nod of understanding, Oliver accepted her decision. "Oh, alright. See you later, then."