Any lingering doubts Clementine has about his carefully curated ceramics room fade the moment Prince steps inside. Prince's eyes sweep over the large tarp crinkling beneath his feet with a flicker of interest. His gaze shifts, catching on the carelessly discarded bed, then to Clementine, who hovers nervously in the doorway.
Clementine manages a sheepish smile as Prince raises his eyebrows. Prince's attention then turns to the pottery wheel, his fingers grazing its surface with quiet reverence. It's nothing special, but Clementine can tell this is his first time seeing one up close.
Prince glances back over his shoulder. A smirk plays on his lips. "You did all this for me, baby?"
Clementine's cheeks warm. He steps onto the tarp. "Does it look okay?"
Prince takes a seat on one of the low
