Kalief was shocked to say the least when she answered the door. He had taken a step back for a moment to check the house number and when he recognized it was the right number and she was the right woman, his let out a large laugh and stepped into her home. Again it felt warm to him and smelled good. He wasn't sure if it was because she cooked often or what, but he liked it. Kalief had settled into her living room as she went back upstairs and about her business. He was emptying out the content of the brown paper bags he brought with him: Captain Morgan, Coke, Cranberry Juice, and Vodka. He made his way into Tamia's kitchen and pulled out the ice bucket they had used the night before, filled it, and grabbed two tumblers and the nachos that were patiently waiting for him, as he requested. When she came back down he was settled into the couch wearing (http://www.treysongz.com/photo/trey-songz-at-the-revlon-runwalk-for-women-in-nyc-11/) and holding a glass in his hand, half empty.
"I hope you don't answer the door like that for everyone" He teased, knowing the answer. Kalief's voice was deep, as usual, but slightly comical as he was beginning to feel the effects of The Captain. He edged closer to her and smirked. "My day wasn't interesting. I had a lot of meetings and didn't see a lot of students. My day is only good if I see students cause they always have some crazy shit happenin' in their lives." He smirked as his mind went back to a few stories. Kalief couldn't keep his eyes off Tamia tonight, not after the text messages they had exchanged and not after seeing her in a towel. He loved the way the moonlight came through her windows and made her skin glow. He continued to drink what was in his glass and eat a few nachos here and there but it was obvious that his mind was traveling to a different place. "How was your day?" He asked, smiling for her half because she made him smile so much and half because he knew she loved it.