Ami is a bit disappointed that he didn’t open the door. She is a few steps away when she heard the door open.
“Ami,” a drunk Eero called after her.
“Hi. There is your flask.”
“Stay, please,” Eero invites her into his room.
Through the large window, you can see a beautiful sunset that reflects a warm red onto his bedroom walls that were all white.
Ami sat on his bed and flipped her long blond hair backward with her hand.
Eero offered the bottle of rum to her, “sorry I don’t have a glass for you.”
“No problem,” Ami takes it and pretends to take a sip.
Eero laid back on his bed, “don’t be so boring, drink some more.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Ami tease before she pretends to drink some more.
She puts the bottle down and cuddled next to him. Eero rested on one arm looking at her.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, taking a stray hair from her face, brushing her cheek.
“And you are so drunk,” Ami says trying to push him aside, but he is solid as a rock.