"My eyes, hm?" Her features were painted with a rather sweet and saucy grin. "There's a lot more than that to see in the dark, sugar." Sophie followed his lead and strode confidently to the door so that she might open it for him, at least. Her drawing notebooks weren't exactly like fliers, all light and flung easily by wind. She made a mental note to give him a massage to release all that tension from the heavy weight he carried.
And if it so happened that they both needed a release of tension, then that wouldn't be so bad, now would it?
She watched him move as he walked through the door, admiring his movement and his backside as the light in the lobby how hit him fully. How she wanted to run her hands through that dark mass of hair, to pull him to her and make it known that she needed him. She wished that the elevator wasn't so incredibly close: Sophie wanted to watch him and satisfy the feelings he seemed to be conjuring within her. This one was the black magic her Momma warned her about, and she wanted everything to do with it.
"Are ya fancying a ride up to the sixth floor or should I drop you off first?" Never mind that she had no idea what floor he lived on. All she knew is that she wanted him walking her to her door and to spend a whole lot more time in his presence tonight.