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Mark parked in her driveway; somewhere it occurred to him that that might be considered rude, but she was home alone and didn't have a car, so anyone else looking to park there would be just as foreign as he was. For once in his life, he'd been at home, not at the office, when she had invited him over. Doing work for the company, maybe, but it meant that there were no employees to usher home or security systems to activate before he left to see her. He hadn't done much except change out of sweatpants and into a pair of jeans; something told him that it might be better if he "spruce up" a bit.
He knocked on her door and stood there a little awkwardly, hands deep in his pockets, as he waited for her to come and answer the door. There was something different about this time as compared to the others: the first two times they had "met up" had been quick and frenzied, and the last time, he'd been drunk off his ass. This? Strangely casual and collected. He tried his best to put that out of his mind before he saw her; no use being the buzzkill before they even started.
He knocked on her door and stood there a little awkwardly, hands deep in his pockets, as he waited for her to come and answer the door. There was something different about this time as compared to the others: the first two times they had "met up" had been quick and frenzied, and the last time, he'd been drunk off his ass. This? Strangely casual and collected. He tried his best to put that out of his mind before he saw her; no use being the buzzkill before they even started.