EXT. - KINSEY'S APARTMENT to INT. - COLLECTIVE OFFICE - AFTERNOON

Kinsey parked in her usual spot, but her mind wasn't on the small rectangle she claimed as her own near the door to her condo complex. Instead, she only had focus for the tall, brooding redhead who perched on the top step to the front door, long legs stretched out in front of her. Kinsey slipped out of the convertible, the sound of the alarm arming beeping behind her as she tucked her laptop bag strap over her ...