Corey's about to say hello...and then there are pants on his shoulder. A lady's pants.
Irina's pants, which are not on her admittedly very nice legs right now.
He blinks in stunned silence for a moment. His brain tries to focus on something normal and appropriate.
Corey has made beet-related dishes less red than he is when he mutters. "...seeyathen"
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