Blinking, Steve glances around the kitchen, out into his apartment, trying to see what she might see. He decides quickly it's not messy enough to worry about - he's not much of one for pretenses, and he considers making his apartment immaculate for a guest/friend to be a pretense - and texts back, 45 mins. May still be cooking but it will still be hot when you get here.

He adds his address and apartment number.

Then realizes he still hasn't finished putting away the groceries, and hurries to do so, so he can start on supper.