He looked like an older version of the boys her mother used to warn her about, and Maddy felt a little flutter in her stomach. She wondered briefly if she was overdressed, but mentally shrugged and approached him anyway. It was too late to turn back now.
She smiled up at him as she drew closer, smoothing her hair back into some semblance of smooth. "Pretty good," she answered. "Finished my show and left Issac to do the next couple. Poor crowds. But he'll love it. How was yours?"