"I'll get it down to a fine art as well," she teased. Ileana walked over to the window, "I have one.." She trailed off and laughed as she pushed back the curtain to look down. He was a small figure on the sidewalk, but it was a very distinct figure.
"Jesus Christ, Stefan! Okay hold on. Stay right there! I'll be down in a few minutes," she told him before hanging up the phone. She stepped in to a pair of shoes by the door and made a dash to the elevator. Despite it stopping at the fifth floor and not budging, Ileana couldn't keep a smile off her face as she ran the last flights of stairs to the front of the building. She slowed when she saw Stefan, still grinning with her arms folded in front of her.