Eric gave Victoria his address and agreed on 6 o'clock. After hanging up the phone he finished making dinner and sat everything out on the table. Looking over his work making sure everything was perfect he placed two candles on the table and lit them. "If I do say so m'self I did pretty good... Nothing beats a steak dinner." He had always been a meat lover since he was a boy. Eric's father used to make it for him with a special sauce and taught him how to himself. In the IRA days... meat wasn't easy to come by so he missed it a lot. This would be the first time he's had it since. The young man turned around and saw his knives still out on the desk. He quickly put them underneath some of his papers from his client. "It's just a girl coming over she won't go snooping", the male reasoned with himself as he opted to not cover the papers up. Eric decided to put on a nice dress shirt for dinner this time. The shirt still fit really snugly so you could still make out his muscles underneath it but it was in better taste than just the trench-coat. He walked over to his couch then and sat down to wait on his guest.