Jane shuffled her feet as she weighed his invite in her mind. He had just explained to her that he had PTSD, and though she'd never experienced it first hand, she knew it was scary and could be easily triggered. What if she accidentally dropped something and it reminded him of gun fire? Would he spaz out? Maybe hanging out with a ticking time bomb wasn't the best idea. On the other hand, it would be a chance for her to get to know the guy. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was kind of lonely. Of course she had her elderly friends who lived in the building, but the they weren't exactly the best of company. And sure he was attractive, but she wasn't looking for a fling. Maybe a one night stand? No. Dropping her clothes in front of a stranger for a night of sloppy, one time sex was something she'd left in the past.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'll come in. I'd like to see if your lay out is similar to mine," she finally said. She tucked her hands in the front pocket of her sweatshirt as she stepped through the doorway. The main room opened up to a large living area decorated with moving boxes and disorganized furniture. She could see the kitchen and saw half unpacked boxes of dishes strewn across the counter tops. She could smell the fresh red paint that coated the four walls. She had to admit, it was a nice shade of red. Now she wanted to repaint her apartment.<br/><br/>Jane wrinkled her nose at the smell and turned back to Darius. "I take coffee with my sugar and cream," said with a little smile. She thought she was funny.