Dune's expression brightened when Dalton identified himself. “No kidding- nice to meet you.” He looked nothing like she'd imagined, which, all things considered, was a good thing. Not that she would've minded a pudgy doctor, but hanging out with a hot doctor was way better. As he started up the steps the rest of the way, she scooted out of the way.
With his invitation, woman pushed herself up from the step and stood, leaning back and stretching gently. Then, slipping her phone into her butt pocket, she turned and ambled after Dalton into the workshop. “Thanks for coming out here for this,” she said with easy friendliness, glancing around the space and taking in the lofty attic ceilings, and wide windows letting in the last of the light. “I heard your work is top-notch.”
With his invitation, woman pushed herself up from the step and stood, leaning back and stretching gently. Then, slipping her phone into her butt pocket, she turned and ambled after Dalton into the workshop. “Thanks for coming out here for this,” she said with easy friendliness, glancing around the space and taking in the lofty attic ceilings, and wide windows letting in the last of the light. “I heard your work is top-notch.”