for: @leocortez
She’s been waiting a while, she’s actually clock watching at this point. Where is she? His apartment. She’s let herself in—- no, she doesn’t have a key, she’s just there. Having been out of town for a few months she’s catching up on actual gossip she had apparently missed. Gossip meaning murders. There’s a newspaper spread on the table, one she had read and one she was now disregarding as she’s sitting licking a spoon. She’s been here long enough to set his oven going. Inside? Something for him to give someone he hated. In her bowl? A batch of packet cake mix she had bought herself, made and then instead of actually baking the ingredients, she’s eating them. It’s silent enough for the click of the clock handle to be the only present noise she could hear, she’s waiting for his apartment door to turn— she’s waiting rather patiently, in fact. It’s a toss of a coin, would he be alone or would he have company? Either way, the only company she wanted him to have was her.
As soon as he opened the door, the difference in the air was clear enough that it had him reaching behind himself. He took a second before stepping further int other place, purposely allowing the door to slam loudly behind him. It wasn’t long before his eyes landed on Sienna and while she was a familiar face his shoulders didn’t loosen in tension. If anything, he straightened up even more, lifting his chin slightly as he took in her little set up. “Comfortable?” He questioned, moving his hands in front of him, one now carrying the gun he had reached for beforehand. With Sienna he never knew what stunt she was going to pull and while he typically enjoyed an actual challenge for himself, there was enough he had to deal with. She wasn’t something he needed to add to his plate but whether he wanted it or not, she would help herself onto it. “How long you been here?” Both in his apartment and town, he meant.
