"Shut up, Kyle. Don't listen to him, Guy. I think its terribly romantic," she informed him and then shot Kyle an admonishing look. "What do you know about women anyways?" She countered. But before she could continue her rebuttal, Jen's cell phone started chiming at her, the number unknown. She scooped it up off the coffee table and brought it to her ear.
"Hello? Oh. You're here? I'll be down in a second," she said and ended the call, returning the phone to her jean's pocket. "Pizza's here," she informed the pair. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go let him in. And I want to hear all about your lady friend when I get back."
It was three stories to the main floor, locked from the outside and no elevator. It took Jen a minute to make the journey and return after paying the pizza guy for the delivery, who also tried to slip her his phone number during the exchange, to which Jen politely declined.
"Oh my God, it smells so good," she said when she came back to the apartment. "Lemme grab some plates..." Jen set the pizza on the coffee table before traipsing into the kitchen some supplies. "So. Guy. Lady friend. What's her name?"