Kinley
Kinley stands at her apartment, door open, wishing like crazy this guy would leave. She didn't even know his name. Or had he introduced himself? She couldn't remember.
"What was your name again?" she asked.
"Oh, my apologies. I never told you, did I? My name is Seamus. It's been my pleasure to meet you."
His mannerism and cheesy line turned Kinley's stomach. He was dashing, but his looks are where the interest in this conversation stopped.
"What exactly did you come here for?"
"Oh, yes. Well, I am quite smitten with you--"
"--Smitten?" Kinley burst out in laughter. "What century are you from? No one uses that word."
Seamus gulped. Sometimes he forgot he was in the 20th century. He needed to tone it down a bit.
"Sorry. I was raised differently I suppose. I meant I think yo
