"You're welcome," he rumbled awkwardly. Why was she thanking him when he'd not done anything yet? "Yeah, I'll keep it." He didn't actually need it as he never forgot designs but it wouldn't hurt to have it for a reference. Greg took the sketch and stuck it willy-nilly next to a bunch of others in his own rough and ready hand on the wall above the workbench.
Then he stood there and stared at her for the longest time waiting for her to decide to say goodbye or leave or something. In his experience, girls got crabby if you tried to shoo them away.