He looked surprised as she bolted up the steps, and yes, yes he did indeed see a good show. She was cute. Reminded him of someone before. Someone he used to like, but disappeared. No doubt his fathers fault.

Enjoyment for him was not highly thought of.

He did follow though, taking the steps one at a time, slowly, peeking up as he walked, as if waiting for the trap to fall. And as he came to her open door, he peeked inside, eyes serious, but curious.

She waved him in. He glanced around outside the door, not seeing or smelling anything. Then stepped in, frowning, and closing the door behind him. Safer that way. Maybe.

[Stranger is not so bad a name.] He said carefully, now snooping around her place. Everything smelled of her. Everything felt warm and inviting and he felt a tingle run down his back as he walked closer to her kitchen. She was cooking?