She returned the handshake with a smile that made her eyes crinkle. "Thanks. Tasha." She looked around the modest space. The retired hunter decided instantly that she liked it. It wasn't pretentious, and neither was his shirt.
"I have to warn you ahead of time, I'm not good at this," Tasha said, waving her hand vaguely. "I'm a Barbizon dropout," she joked.