[ Her handshake is like something out of those shows. Where one tries to outdo the other in something like a show of strength. He doesn't think it's coming from that, exactly, but there's something like reluctance. Either way, he keeps it even and doesn't extend the time they're touching longer than necessary.

Thank god for working a job that required knowing this kind of nuance on the daily. ]

Glad I won't have to mentally mark you down as X-Rated Disney girl. [ But he would've. If push came to shove. ] I could've gone without all the fanfare of arriving. Or the, what, fairy lights? Can't complain too much, I've slept in worse.

You been here long?