Carter was still very confused. Here was Abby, the girl he had never fully gotten over and she was there, in LA, outside his apartment building. She rang the buzzer to his apartment. She came looking for him. Sure she said she was just visiting the city but why would she come see him also...how the heck did she know he was there, in that city, not to mention that apartment. She was talking about visiting Turkey and that he should come some time.
"Yeah, I'll think about it," he said in a somewhat confused voice. This was so weird. He rubbed the back of his neck and was somewhat relieved when she said yes to coming inside. It broke the awkward moment but as the got closer and closer Carter realized what a mistake it was. Her, here, in his apartment, all alone, his bedroom wasn't far from the entrance, bad train of thought, bad train of thought, danger, danger. But then they were there and she was waiting for him to open the door. Part of him wished he could just take his invitation back but that would be rude and as previously noted Carter didn't want to be rude. So he opened the door and moved to the side to let Abby it.
Papers, scripts, books, CDs, and sticky notes littered his coffee table and pretty much every other table like surface. He grimaced slightly, "Sorry about the mess, new project requires a lot of paperwork and junk."