Dora met him promptly at the time he'd told her in the journals, as was her wont. She was always punctual; if she was late, something was up, even if it was just getting too absorbed in what she was doing. If she was early, more than likely she was anxious about what was to come, which wasn't often. She was more anxious of people rather than events, many times.
She smiled warmly at Chris as she approached. She really liked him. He gave her butterflies in her stomach. Though sometiems she really wished they could spend more time together, which was why she usually jumped for any outing he suggested. It was taking some getting used to, being more proactive and pursuing in turn. It didn't come naturally, with her upbringing. "Afternoon, darling," she greeted him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, close tot he corner of his mouth.