“Karolyn,” she said after a moment of taking in his name. “But please call me Kiya.” She shrugged then as if to say the name too will do. She relaxed into her chair even if it was hard and uncomfortable. Her back was hurting from reaching up with a paint roller in her hand and she wasn’t in a hurry to get back to it. A small sigh escaped as she took another sip of her coffee as she looked out the window.
She didn’t want to seem intrusive even though she was a curious as could be as to why he had spoken to her.
“Always have a habit of talking to strange women?” she said jokingly, well mostly. She didn’t mind it though she could use the entertainment and the distraction.
(ooc: I want to kill my e-mail because it won't notify me when you reply. gah)