An appreciative glance was all she got for the effort (or lack thereof) that she put into her dress. She knew just what to wear to keep him from questioning her previous whereabouts. Clever girl.
"If you can braid my hair, I'll buy you a car," he told her with a wicked grin, ushering her into his apartment. He was quick to put the Jameson to use, pouring them both a glass and returning to her swiftly. "Or we could catch-up. Properly. Texts only go so far, Ms. Thang."