She'd just been pouring herself a glass of port - this time without taking any Ambien with it - when she heard the knock at the door. When she answered, it was with her lips still wine-sticky, the bottle still in hand. "Hey."
Her eyes noticed his bag with pleasure, glad that he'd brought some supplies with him. She offered him her free hand to shake. "Gaz. Good to finally see you in person. I suck at flirting online." It was the truth; she was the sort of quiet person who people either loved or hated. Her opinions were loud and honest, her personality brash and unadulterated.
"Come on in." She handed him the bottle of wine so that she could finish putting sheets over things. Paint was still in her hair from when she'd painted with Logan, paint she figured would come out eventually.