The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, the curtains thrown back so that the small dining room could absorb the warm light. The small, square table next to the window was covered with a tablecloth, and set with pastel-colored teacups and saucers. In the kitchen, Ava bustled around, pouring hot water into the teapot, trying to keep herself busy so that her anticipation wouldn't get the better of her and drive her crazy. Her guest would be here any minute! She hoped that he would like it. Ava hadn't gotten the chance to ask him if he even liked tea or not.
Ava stared at the teapot for a moment, thinking, then looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost four... She sighed audibly, her hands fiddling with the ends of her hair. Ava loved having guests, but the waiting was the worst part. It always gave her too much time to second guess herself and get nervous.
"He should like it," Ava murmured to herself, trying to affirm the fact in her head, so that her gut would stop twisting itself in knots.