She matched his grin with one of her own, and followed Steve through the lobby and down the hallway. Her eyes flickered from door to door, and when they stopped at number fourteen, Harleen paused only long enough to hand him the pizza and let him unlock and open the door for her. She crossed across the threshold of the tidy apartment and instantly she found herself imagining what it would look like with a little color here and there.
"What a gentleman," Harleen replied. "Nice place. Cozy. Very manly too, I like it. But it needs some more color." Preferrably red. Red was her absolute favorite...next to green and purple.
Harleen removed her shoes as a courtesy, holding her heels in her hands as she progressed to the round table. She set the nude colored pumps down next to a chair and looked up at Steve, "You decorate? Its lovely butit don't seem like ya type."