“I know, right?” Rachael smirked at him as she watched Andrew pry the staples out of the stapler.  He was smooth, she had to give him credit for that.   She was certain that the way his fingers had brushed across the seat of her jeans was not purely accidental, though perhaps it was designed to appear that way.<br/><br/>“Looking for an apartment?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. “You haven’t creeped me out,” she laughed .  “At least I know you’re relatively handy,” she joked.  “So at least you’ve got that going for you,” she chuckled.  “You want to come by and see the place?  If I do say so myself, it’s pretty nice,” she told him.<br/>