“Hey...” Mila had composed and walked into his place, as she usually would, seeking out his presence. She’d completely forgotten that she said she would bring fresh steak and fries to cook, hell, she’d walked here, no car, no purse, nothing but herself, she hadn’t even picked up her phone. Mila had simply walked out of her place and came to his. When she realised all this, he was already in view and she was tense, but she smiled. “Takeout? I didn’t have time to shop.” That was a dumb ass lie, but it was all she could think of. One of her hands wrapped around her front and gripped the opposite arm. It was like a defensive pose, one she didn’t realise she’d done, one she didn’t think would make it obvious that something was off. “Have you fed the Olsens already?” She sighed, forcing herself to relax, her arms slinked back to her sides and she walked closer to him. “Where're the paws?” She asked, looking around for the dogs that usually greeted her in the doorway.
