After a couple of days settling in to Pax Letale and one day spent on an accidental and disastrous coffee date, Evan had finally gotten around to applying at a diner within a short distance of the apartment building, mostly because her poor truck was still exhausted from their little cross-country adventure. Sure she'd start up the engine and head around town in search of bits and pieces of neglected furniture to decorate her eclectic at best apartment, but that was more to let her p.o.s. two-tone buddy stretch its legs.
Rounding the corner from the lobby into the hallway, it took her maybe .008 seconds to notice the little box outside of her door. It stuck out like a sore thumb, really. Strolling to a halt, the doe-eyed Kansan went to a crouch next to the lovely gift box, thumbing the tag. I thought of this and knew you deserved it. She almost hated herself for the grin she couldn't keep from curling the corners of her lips -- oh, she knew who she thought it was from. With the grin came guilt, but she'd wrestle with that later. For now? She had a present to open.
Collecting the pretty-wrapped boxin one arm and digging her keys out of her messenger bag with the other, the little lady half-skipped into her apartment, an added pep in her step despite the sordidness of receiving a gift from a married man. Really, she did feel bad ... but curiosity was winning out at present.
She wasted no time in setting the blue and pink-bowed mystery on the kitchen counter, unwrapping the bow and lifting the lid without a second thought.