Well, she knew she had the right apartment, even if the voice came out different. She moved into past the door, into the living room, then into the kitchen seeing no one unfamiliar was there.
"That would be me," she admitted as she turned to see what she was assuming to be, "Mike?" The food was placed on the counter and she was pretty happy that it was him. He was startlingly attractive, even if is hair was longer and shaggier than she'd expected.
Pushing her sunglasses up over her head, she hopped into a seat. "Well, I guess I can wait then," she said tapping her fingers on her knee. "Pizza and doughnuts if you haven't eaten already...is he going to get food? Because I'm sorry for not calling if he went to get food, and I brought some."
His appearance was disarming and distracting. Much like Nightwing, he'd skipped the awkward teenage phase. "I mean if we need to tell him not to bring food, maybe we should?"