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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

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Abby's family was off on a mid-winter, camping through the mountains, family-bonding excursion. Abigail had mysteriously come down with a fever, but because the campsite had been rented months in advance and the deposits had been paid off in full.

Of course, it hadn't been an actual fever and she'd been fine, but there was no way she was trampling through the mountains and the snow or mud in the freezing cold in the middle of February if she could help it. Another bonus was her new found sex life; the fact that she had the house to herself was just a perk to being alone for the weekend.

When she heard the knock, she got up from the couch and opened the door with a grin. The sweats wouldn't have bothered her at all since all she was wearing was a pair of cotton pants and a t-shirt. The quintessential college student at home alone.

"Hey."

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He looked up when the door opened and smiled a little. "Hey." He stood there for a moment before realizing that there was no need to wait for her to invite him in, and shuffled in awkwardly, hands still in his pockets and hunched over just in the slightest.

"So." Mark looked at her, considering carefully what to say next. Do you want to make out now? Hardly had the suave ring he knew that he should be looking for. There really seemed to be no good way to get this started. "What's...up?"

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"Nothing?"

Abby shut the door behind him and motioned to the front room behind her, the TV still playing on a low volume. She smiled up and him as she took the seat she'd been on previously and nodded to the other end of the couch. Noting his awkwardness, she decided to say what he wouldn't. "Do you want to watch TV or just go upstairs?"

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She was already sitting down, which meant that the decision was all but already made for him. He sat down on the other side of the couch, propping his elbow on the arm rest so he could rest his head in his hand. "Television's good."

He looked at the screen for a moment, trying to figure out what was playing and failing. Miserably. "I don't actually watch TV all that often," he admitted. "As in ever. I don't think I have the capacity to stare at a screen that isn't a computer for that long."