If Connor had any idea how date-like Kimberly was making the evening, he probably would have turned and run. To be honest, he wasn't ready for anything of the sort. A good chunk of him was still reeling over Caroline and her betrayal. The rest of him still pined for one Abby Maitland. Oh, sure, he still checked out other girls. He wasn't blind, for one, and he was surrounded by women from some of his favorite works of fiction for another. That didn't mean he was going to up and make an idiot of himself asking any of them out. And that included horror movie star Kimberly Corman.
So when she invited him over, he didn't think anything of it. Why should he? How many nights had he and Abby sat and watched television or a movie with dinner and nothing had come of it? More than he cared to remember, actually. He dressed as usual, ran out to the store to pick up the stuff he'd need to make a decent dinner, and then headed back to the Complex.
He let himself in when told to do so and immediately went to the meager kitchen the apartments were furnished with. The one downstairs was so much bigger and would have been easier to work in, but there was way too much of a chance someone would see down there. All he needed was someone teasing him. He'd have to make do in Kimberly's kitchen, and any leftover supplies could just be kept there. Hell, he was making a respectable income, why shouldn't he?
"Everything okay?" he called out, not entirely sure where she'd run off to.