Sara was startled out of her own fuming by the bang of the door which caused her to jump a little.<em>God I hope that doesn't mean she'll come spilling through here with some guy on the way to her room...</em>She thought and then admonished herself.  At least of of them should be having a good night.  She placed the lid down over the skillet, careful not to slam it.<br/><br/>"In the kitchen..." She called.  "My date ended early.  I can vanish in about six minutes when this is done of you need me to."  She offered and turned to reach into the cabinet and pull down a plate and a glass.  Steam rolled out from under the lid placed loosely on the pan.  She had searched for the lid that fit the pan but after a few minutes of stomach growling she decided she didn't care that much and just went with the best fit she could find.  Kind of like the men in life lately.  None of them would ever be 'Mr. Right.'  They were all just 'Mr. Right Now.'  It worked for a one night stand when she met them in a bar, but on a real date it just left her with a bitter taste in her mouth over men.  Somehow she thought dating would be different after graduation; she'd been wrong.  The next sound heard from the kitchen was the silverware drawer sliding open so she could pull out a fork and knife.