The King

Wine Evenings

"Mr. Oliver Davidson is a little funny," You both walked through his living room with a blazing stone fireplace still adorned with holiday cards and decor.

His kitchen was just as elegant and had a basic white theme. Glass lights were hanging over a granite marble countertop, white cabinets with silver handles, and a window above the large basin sink. The glossy oak floorboards made a silent creak under your feet as you got up onto a barstool.

George positioned himself opposite from you at the counter, "We have water, coffee, wine, tea, anything you need,"

"Wine sounds incredible after a semi-stressful day," You sluggishly responded.

"We have Merlot, Chardonnay, Pinot Noir," He listed off while looking in the wine cabinet.

"I'm thinking red this evening, surprise me with which," You watched him as he pulled out a nicer looking bottle.

He offered you a glass, "Do you need any food to go with it?"

"No no, I should be alright," You followed him over to the seating in the living room.

George and you had sat across from each other on his dark navy velvet couches with ornate gold trim. A glass coffee table separated you both, reflecting the fires raging flames. A quick glance through the living room bay window would tell you that it was becoming later in the evening. You and George had been having casual conversations, getting over some of the still left minor introductions.

Looking up from your glass, "How long do you think we have been talking over the phone?"

"Personally too long, if I had to guess, I would say three months," He leaned back looking up at the crown moulded ceiling.

"Hey," You got his attention, "Cheers to three months of friendship and finally meeting," You extended your class to his.

Clink

"By the way, at some point I am moving in with my friends in America, and I wanted to commission you to paint me and my friends for our house," His eyes locked with yours.

"Well congratulations on those big plans, and depending on how this final portfolio goes, I would love to!" The thought of painting some of the biggest names of Youtube as of now was something you couldn't even fathom a few months ago.

"Speaking of, should we give my friend a call?" He asked.

Questioning, "Which one? Sapnap or Dream?"

"Dream, but you can call him Clay, he knows who you are," George whipped out his phone and dialed someone.

It only took seconds for Clay to pick up.

*Hey George! It's been a min* Clay's crackled voice came through the phone.

"Hey I'm doing good, how's Florida?" George was smiling.

*Fuckton warmer than England.* Clay's laugh was barely audible.

"Tsss funny Clay," Geogre remarked.

*Hey is your artist friend there yet?* He questioned.

"She is, say 'hi' y/n," George looked at you.