Tugging the front of her tube-top up higher, Marisol would unlock the door and open it for Dorian -- letting him come inside the apartment. "I didn't doubt you Baby.. I cleared out the bathroom for you, and threw some steins in the freezer for whenever you want that forty." She'd bite her lip, tucking back pinkish red hair behind an ear.
Marisol kept herself back out of Dorian's way, going to her kitchen to load the dishwasher with left overs from the previous day. She might have been able to unclog a sink pipe and fix flats on her car, but installing a mirror wasn't something she was keen on learning the how to's of.