Erica
She had a habit of not being able to stay away for too long; she was always poking around and prodding where she shouldn't be. Then again, doing this had always proved to be beneficial to her; God knows if she hadn't, she wouldn't be with Abel now, would she? Persistence was key, and she was always able to play the long game on it. 

The same could be said about other people in her life. She could coax a smile out of Carina Templeton and could charm the hell out of just about anybody she came across. She knew it didn't take much with a guy like Lewis Ashworth, but it helped that she still had him wrapped around her little finger quite tight. Though they'd been broken up for a while now, he was still fond of her, and that was fine in her book. She liked Lewis still and all, despite some of his negative qualities; he could be pompous and rude at times, and they were both stubborn. It was why things hadn't worked out in the end - but as friends, she found that they could coexist quite nicely. They even could work together! 

And speaking of working... It was about time she got Lewis to take a look around the courier place. She'd given the place a sweep and a mop and a fresh coat of paint. She'd gotten Dallas Sinclair to patch up a few things for her, and hauled all the equipment into the basement for an extra couple bucks. This was *Perfect*. She could lead a "Respectable" Job for once, and keep on doing her shady shit under the table! A win-win! And having Lewis Ashworth on her team was a plus. He was a hard worker when it came down to it; and she was glad to have him. 

She jumped up onto the man's porch and leaned there, debating on knocking before she just went ahead and popped the door open. It was unlocked, after all. "Lewis!" She called out. "I know you're home!"
Jonathan
As for Lewis, he was resting at home on his favorite couch after a job well done. The "Fellowship of the Frog", as he discovered, had a sequel under the curious name "Joker", and he was deeply engrossed in the chase scene between Detective Elk and some anonymous but undeniably evil individual, when he heard someone calling to him from outside the door.

Well, he discovered after turning the corner, the sound was actually coming from inside, and Dimitra Florakis, the Devil herself, had gotten into his house again without permission. And she did not look surprised to see him at the slightest, despite the fact that Lewis faced her the same way he was: hair fuzzed up from laying on his back, barefoot and topless, fingers pinched between the pages of the book where his reading was interrupted.

With how Dimitra left his house last time, Lewis was worried he wouldn't see her again. The thought was uncomfortably worrisome, and drilled into his head with the intensity everything related to Dimitra always has. The woman had a gift to make everything she touched turn into something unforgettable. But now she was here, and oh my, did she look pleased. Why would he ever believe Dimitra could manage to stay away from him, again?

"You should stop showing up at my house that often, Dimitra," Lewis joked, voice sultry, as if compensating for all the days he wasn't sure if she would ever look in his direction again, "People 'round the church might start getting their suspicions".

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Erica
She had a knack for just doing as she pleased; she took pleasure in being unpredictable. She liked to keep people on their toes, always keep them guessing. Just seeing the look of surprise on Lewis' face was enough to delight her, seeing him caught so unawares. He was lounging as he always had; in a state of half undress, looking so casual and ruffled. To spring her presence on him so suddenly, to catch him like this, was enough to make her giggle just a little. How funny, to see him in his true form - lazily reading and without his usual composure. 

"What fun is that?" She asked him. "Honestly, there's no fun if I just stop coming around, right? I always have to keep you guessing, Lew." She crossed her arms over her chest. "What exactly do you think people at the church will be saying about me?" She raised an eyebrow. Dimitra knew what he was implying - that perhaps she was running around behind Abel's back. It was a ridiculous notion; when she was single, she was a bit... Loose, perhaps. However, in her relationships, she was fiercely loyal!

"Get dressed," She said, leaning on the wall and observing him in his state of half undress. "I have something to show you. You don't look busy, so no excuses." She clapped her hands together. "Cmon, let's go!"