"Thank you," Amber answered, smiling wider. "It's not one of my best pictures, I'll give you that, but it was one of the few I have that's digital." She sure wasn't going to tell him that some of the other digital pictures were of her without any clothing, or pics of her with only her underwear on. She would save those for when it seemed like a good time to mention them. It would be her secret, for now.<br/><br/>Letting him take the lead, she followed into the living room. Her interest was clear as she looked around, enjoying the light that shined in from the many windows. She was right, she thought he had some wealth because most people didn't have three couches and six chairs in one room, or at least they didn't from where she came from. Her parents weren't poor but they weren't wealthy either, they made enough to be happy. The lights hanging from the ceiling caught her interest and she looked up at them for a few moments.<br/><br/>Amber crossed her legs at her ankles, resting back in the wooden chair and folded her hands on her lap, looking back at Mark with a expression of curiosity. He was being such a gentlemen, asking her if she wanted something to drink. "Green tea would be fantastic if you have any. If not then water is fine." She badly wanted a glass of red wine but that didn't seem appropriate, she had just met this man and she didn't want him to think she was a lush.<br/><br/>Even though the hem of her skirt mostly covered her feet, he could see that she was wearing open-toed sandals and her toe nails were polished with what looked like a fresh coat of dark red polish. Her finger nails, on the other hand, were unadorned and cut short because she used her hands a lot and it wasn't worth touching up the polish every day or it wasn't worth the hassle of having long nails that scratched her patients.