Mia stopped dead when she heard a calm voice greet her. It wasn't Oliver. No, Oliver would have likely just yelled for her to shut up and have her temper tantrum elsewhere. She's completely forgot that Oliver had said his son was coming.
Connor.
At least she looked slightly apologetic. "Hi," she greeted back, toeing her shoes off. She finally paid attention to the guy standing by the doorway to the kitchen. Yes, she may have given him a bit of an appreciative look. Because seriously? Damn. "Mia." She said introducing herself. Although she doubted he didn't know who she was.
"Of God, are you cooking?" She asked suddenly getting a whiff of something from the kitchen.