No, not going to answer the door. No, not going to listen to the doorbell. Liz resisted the juvinile urge to put her hands up to her ears. Not going to - damnit. She twisted her head, looked over toward the door from the small windowsill she had folded her legs up and on, where she'd been staring out at the city and attempting to hack the latest of her pre-paid wireless phones. Wasn't hard all in all, and the fact that it was pre-paid meant that she didn't need a phone plan, didn't leave a trail of billing receipts. More importantly, she could dump this one and grab another phone in a few months and no one could trace her whereabouts.
Please, please Warren don't make this any harder than - ok. Ok. "I'm coming!" She called out, lowering her feet to the floor. Placing the tiny screwdriver down on the coffee table, putting the pieces of the phone beside it and unplugging the soldering iron from the wall, Pepper thought of hiding her project in the bedroom but said 'hell with it' instead. Padding over in stocking feet, Liz took a glance out the eye hole to be certain she knew who it was - and of course it was who she thought; then began the long process of unlocking the front door.
Still, just as she couldn't hide herself away from his presence at her door, she also couldn't hide the smile from slowly blooming over her face at the sight of him standing there. He was just so trouble, trouble, he is so much trouble... and I like it
"What's up?" Sweats instead of jeans? Had he been working out?
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Please, please Warren don't make this any harder than - ok. Ok. "I'm coming!" She called out, lowering her feet to the floor. Placing the tiny screwdriver down on the coffee table, putting the pieces of the phone beside it and unplugging the soldering iron from the wall, Pepper thought of hiding her project in the bedroom but said 'hell with it' instead. Padding over in stocking feet, Liz took a glance out the eye hole to be certain she knew who it was - and of course it was who she thought; then began the long process of unlocking the front door.
Still, just as she couldn't hide herself away from his presence at her door, she also couldn't hide the smile from slowly blooming over her face at the sight of him standing there. He was just so trouble, trouble, he is so much trouble... and I like it
"What's up?" Sweats instead of jeans? Had he been working out?