It had started to rain only a moment or two before she arrived at his apartment, and she smoothed some of the droplets from her hair as she waited for him to answer the door. When she caught sight of him, her breath caught, eyes momentarily drawn to his bare arms. She blinked for a moment and then returned the grin, trying to ignore or at least rationalize her initial reaction. She supposed she ought to get used to being slightly breathless when he was around.

Her grin widened when when he called her Miss Gorgeous, eyes mirroring his mischievous look, gaze drawn as always to the wondrous blue of his eyes. “I wouldn't have missed it, Jim,” she replied, suddenly wishing she had something clever to call him even though she loved calling him Jim. Her eyes strayed to the room beyond him, openly curious now. She'd wondered what sort of place he lived in, if he lived alone, what would be on the walls, whether or not there would be books... There was so much she didn't know about him. She'd never seen him outside of the diner. Now it felt a little as if she had wandered into his world, and it was hard to reign in her enthusiasm.

Meeting his eyes again, she asked, “Now are you going to invite me in, or am I supposed to dance in the hall?”