Sofia was standing in his doorway.
She was wearing a white fitted singlet, the fabric thin enough that it moved with her breathing, a high school style jacket over the top of it in a muted olive color, unzipped and hanging loose over her frame like she had grabbed it on the way out without thinking about it and still managed to look like she had planned the whole thing.
Black shorts underneath, short enough that they stopped well above mid thigh, her legs bare below them. Good legs. The kind that made the shorts look intentional even if they weren't.
Her hair was falling past her shoulders, longer than it looked from a distance, a few strands across her face from the walk over that she hadn't bothered to move.
Her brown eyes found his immediately and she smiled, the warm easy smile that had been the first thing he had noticed about her.
In both arms she was holding a bottle of alcohol pressed against her chest, a good one by the look of the label.
"Hi Liam," she said.
