Every single thing he said was amazing and out of left field and it made Michaela grin. She gave the door a push and it whoosed closed behind them as she beckoned him inside. Her favourite fuzzy purple chair was calling to her so she collapsed into it and glanced over at him.
"This is awkward," she said, twisting her face up. The kettle flicked off, finishing it's boil and she shot it a sideways glance. "So you're not...completely horrified by what I said?" she asked, her eyes glued on the kettle and not Art.