She really was good-looking. If Chris had been holding anything when she smiled at him, he'd have dropped it. As it was he managed a grin of his own and missed grabbing for the hotdogs, knowing they weren't anywhere near thawed enough nor the grill hot enough to cook but wanting to get something done in any case, even if he wasn't supposed to be cooking just yet.
"Chris. I think I remember you, you live way up in the penthouses. Right?" You didn't quickly forget someone who lived in an oceanside penthouse in California, even if the rest of the building was technically oceanside, too. She'd seemed nice enough, and hadn't dissed his car.