Jane spent the rest of her afternoon entertaining Ms. Galloway who'd learned through the grapevine that she and the newbie had spent some time together. Jane insisted that it was only coffee and idle chit chat but the old woman poked for more. "Surely you two shared a moment, I mean look at the guy. Oh Mr. Galloway, rest your soul, but this young thing next door.." the devote Catholic crossed her chest and bowed her head, but Jane saw the quaint quirk of her wrinkled mouth. "Naught old woman, you." she teased as she pinched her frail arm.<br/><br/>"I promise, I got the basic tour of his apartment and then we shared coffee in the kitchen. We talked about our careers and that was basically it." Jane gave her a shrug and got up off of her couch. She wandered into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, blinking against the bright new bulb. She hated it when maintenance showed up and did work in her apartment without prior notice. She searched the shelves for the carton of milk she'd just bought yesterday but turned up nothing. "Ms. Galloway, have you helped yourself to my milk?" she called over her shoulder. The woman muttered something about needing it for a new litter of kittens born in the ally way. "I guess that means im heading out to get another carton. Would you like me to pick up one or six?" Jane giggled to herself as she helped Ms. Galloway to the door. "You can bring me one, missy." The old woman playfully pinched her on her way out.<br/><br/>Jane quietly closed the door behind her and meandered her way into the bedroom where she changed into a pair of jogging pants and a loose fitting sweat shirt. She figured she might as well fit in a jog to work off the morning scones and all of the coffee she had that day. The store was only around the corner, but she decided to take the long way to get the milk. She did a quick sweep of her apartment before she locked the door behind her and took the stairs down to the lobby. She stretched each of her legs using the empty front desk for support and took a deep breath. She pushed through the door and was met with a cool blast of evening air that whizzed by her, following a blue van that raced down the street. "What the..?" she asked aloud as she turned to see what looked like the truck Darius drove coming down the road. She'd never admit to scouting it out on the street earlier in the day.<br/><br/>Without thinking, Jane jumped off of the curb and flailed her arms at him. She stayed just out of the way to avoid getting struck by his front end, but still remained in the doubled parked street enough to force him to stop.