Thankfully, Derek is not home. Cora actually hasn't seen him in a while, and she thinks that he may have gotten sent home for a bit, but she's choosing not to worry about it. It's a bit like Schrodinger's cat. If she doesn't knock on his door, doesn't try to find out of he's gone, then he's obviously still there.
(It's a little sad, when you think about it. Cora is choosing not to.)
Her dog jumps to his feet when he hears the knock on the door, barking at the sound as though to say hey, somewhere's there, regardless of the fact that she heard the knock too. She smirks at him (she's really going to have to name this dog one day), reaching down to pat his head gently, before continuing to the door. She takes a breath before she opens it, smoothing down the front of her outfit that Mary Jane had helped pick out for her, before finally opening the door with a smile.
It's a little forced (it's either that or look slightly terrified) but it softens a bit when she sees the flowers and him, and she remembers that it's just Alek. This probably won't be any different than any of the other times they've hung out. They just happened to be dressed a little nicer.
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(It's a little sad, when you think about it. Cora is choosing not to.)
Her dog jumps to his feet when he hears the knock on the door, barking at the sound as though to say hey, somewhere's there, regardless of the fact that she heard the knock too. She smirks at him (she's really going to have to name this dog one day), reaching down to pat his head gently, before continuing to the door. She takes a breath before she opens it, smoothing down the front of her outfit that Mary Jane had helped pick out for her, before finally opening the door with a smile.
It's a little forced (it's either that or look slightly terrified) but it softens a bit when she sees the flowers and him, and she remembers that it's just Alek. This probably won't be any different than any of the other times they've hung out. They just happened to be dressed a little nicer.
"Hey."