Eliot pushed the door closed, and leaned against it. He surveyed the kitchen, before bringing his gaze to Candy at the stove. He smiled a little smile. He knew he was dirty, and smelled of the road, and the bike and maybe even a little mother earth thrown in. He felt gamey and greasy, but unless she went up with him, he wasn't interested in going upstairs just then.
"Yeah." He nodded. His eyes were fixated on her clothes. "You always cook in your school uniform?" he asked, and moved over to sit at the table. He chose the chair closest to the stove, and turned it so he was facing her, the table at his back.