[Skip stays quiet while Erika leaves, changing her position a bit. It might well be because of comfort. One foot raises, its heel finding loose purchase against the front bumper. She'd can't properly sit on the hood of the car, but she can lean against it. And she certainly doesn't seem to notice that, with her foot braced and her knee raised, there's a slight view afforded under her dress, hints of the thick-lace black underwear she has on.
Or maybe she knows it full well but just doesn't care.]
Google. Last name and profession is all I needed.
[Besides, he'd shown up at her place. He'd already kind of known where it was, sure, but he'd still showed up without invitation. At least this was under better circumstances.]
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Or maybe she knows it full well but just doesn't care.]
Google. Last name and profession is all I needed.
[Besides, he'd shown up at her place. He'd already kind of known where it was, sure, but he'd still showed up without invitation. At least this was under better circumstances.]