He had barely explored the house while Oliver was sleeping, trying to respectively toe around its layout and learn where items were as his father had encouraged him to do. The place was huge, though not exactly intimidating. He'd always knew his dad was well off, and seeing the actual proof in person was easily acceptable.
He was just starting to make tea, uncertain about the store bought green tea bags, when he heard the noise of someone else entering. Loudly. He was standing in the kitchen still when she came in.
"Hello," he greeted. Oliver had warned him about Mia. Well, he hadn't meant it to sound like a warning, Connor was sure, but that's somehow the way it seemed intended. The words 'abrupt' and 'hard-headed' had been included.