Kora smiled at him and stood up. "I have to go now. There are some people who are probably wondering where I am." she said, remembering that she hadn't told him her parents were dead yet. "Do you want to meet somewhere later for lunch or something. You could bring Hannah, or not. Whatever you want to do." she said with a beautiful smile.

Her metalic blue eyes locked onto his as she waited for an answer. Her arms were crossed over her body, but not in an angry or impatient way, just a lazy, comfortable way. "My treat." she added with another smile. He had let her stay at his house, and they barely knew each other. Plus they hadn't slept together, so it was kind of unusual, and she liked him, so she wanted to be nice.

Kora rolled her eyes and sighed. "Kay, your treat." Walking over to a drawer she opened it and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil. "When you are awake, and ready to meet me, come to this address." she said. It was the room number that she lived in. It was the floor below his. Number 648. Smiling she let the number fall on the ground before Hannah's crib. Then turning she left his room with a small wave. Once she was out she went to her room and walked in. Sitting on her bed was her lesbian friend, Tasha. Rolling her eyes, Kora Avia walked over to her and sat down on the bed. She ignored how Tasha put her hand on her inner thigh and just sat there.

"Where have you been? We have an appointment, remember?" the girl said huskily, her hand running slowly up Kora's thigh. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Korari said with a smile, finally becoming her old self again.

About an hour later, Kora left her friend and walked outside, looking and smelling just as wonderful as ever. She spied Jona at her door, the one next door, and she smiled. Walking over to him she ran a hand up his chest in greeting. What do you expect from a sex finatic? She smiled, and her eyes glimmered. "Howdy." she said, her voice like chimes. "How's Hannah?" she asked happily. She was wearing a strapless black tanktop with short shorts and etnies. Her wrists held a few bracelets and she had a few trendy necklaces around her small neck. She was the queen of style, by a mile.