"Here we are."
Ben unlocked his apartment door, and courteously offered to let Kai go first.
It was a small apartment, but it provided a pretty nice view of the sunset (at least, whenever Ben cared enough to notice).
Gwen had actually lent him the apartment after she got a new place with Kevin.
They didn't give him much in the way of instructions on maintenance or anything, but Kevin did suggest "hosing the kitchen down" for reasons that, judging by Gwen's expression, Ben was probably better off not knowing.
Kai looked at him skeptically.
"I can see you're trying to be a gentleman. But this is still clearly an excuse for you to check out my ass, isn't it?"
"Well, Professor," Ben answered, crossing his arms in front of him as he leaned against the door, "you're the one with the 'look, but don't touch' policy, so you tell me: why would I need an excuse?"
"Just don't go thinking you're entitled to have whatever you want however you want it."
"Since when do I think like that off-screen?"
"You don't, thankfully, but better safe than sorry."
Kai walked over to the couch (while Ben watched her from the door, unsurprisingly) and placed her bag by her feet as she sat down.
"Listen," he locked the door, "I have some work I need to finish. You want me to get you anything?"
"No, thanks. Still making ends meet as a writer, I take it?"
"Something like that. What about you?"
"I've been trying to put together a band."
"And how's that coming along?"
"Let's just say, if we were getting anywhere, I would've told you by now."
Ben nodded, wished her luck, and headed back to his writing desk.