Um, sure. I guess so..

Kate considered Oliver's request, her response somewhat tentative. "Um, sure, I guess so," she said, her voice carrying a hint of reservation. "I'm busy today, though. How about you come to my place tomorrow? Does 10 AM sound good?"

Oliver's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Sounds great! See ya then," he replied with a smile, already looking forward to their artistic endeavor.

The rest of the day passed without any contact from Oliver. Kate's evening was spent with Jake, who, despite being late once again, brought a delightful continental meal for dinner. They relaxed, sharing laughter while watching a comedy series on Netflix before retiring to bed.

The following morning, after Jake had left for work, Kate took it upon herself to tackle some house cleaning. Her choice of attire for this task was relaxed and comfortable—a silk pajama top paired with revealing short shorts. She had forgone a bra beneath the loose top and opted to go without underwear, intending to change into something more modest once she finished cleaning.

Just as she began dusting in the living room, an unexpected interruption arrived in the form of the doorbell ringing. Kate's brows furrowed in mild confusion. She had informed Oliver that she would be available at 10 AM, and it was still only 9:30. Peering through the peephole, she discovered Oliver standing outside with his sketchpad, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, waiting patiently for their appointment.