Evening, six thirty.
The door of Arabella Vanderbilt's apartment was knocked on.
Opening the door, Arabella smiled unsurprisingly.
"What's up?"
Travis Miller's voice was cool, "Dinner."
"Did you come to the wrong place?"
"No." He paused, then said, "Last time you said you'd treat me to dinner."
Arabella seemed to suddenly remember, "Oh, indeed, but seeing as it's supposed to be a multi-million-dollar dinner, isn't today a bit of a letdown for you?"
Travis Miller glanced at her lightly.
"Don't overdo it, don't play coy when you're getting the advantage."
Arabella laughed and opened the door wider, "Welcome."
When Travis walked in, he saw Abigail Hemsworth carrying a plate of food coming out of the kitchen.
Her hair was tied up, dressed in casual clothes, wearing a blue plaid apron, and she paused slightly when she saw him.
Arabella came in from outside and Abigail turned her gaze to her.
"The eggs are a bit burnt."
