Samantha wasn't going to even think about how many times she'd changed her outfit, gone from pants to dress and back again. Honestly, she hadn't had this difficult a time choosing an outfit since the first time she took first chair.

She was just about to change when she heard the knock and headed down through the shop to open the door for him. Too late now. She put a hand to her jumpy stomach, took a breath, and opened.

"Nope, you're not late at all. I was just having another 'should I change' debate with myself." She smiled and looked way up. "Hi. You look great."