Eddie feels compelled to take care of her. xD It's kind of cute.
He locked up, unconcerned that someone would try to steal his car, but doing so out of habit anyway. He followed her to the elevator, nodded when she held the door for him. He only took the stairs if the elevator was down; he imagined, in heels like hers, she did the same.
Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, he leaned against the wall, blue eyes roving until they settled on her again. Abigail seemed like the type of woman who felt she had to expression gratitude for every little thing - and she probably apologized all the time, too. He never did either unless he meant it, which made a lot of people think he was rude.
He realized it was probably strange to be standing there staring at her without saying anything. The only practical thing he could think of to say committed him, he realized, but it was too late - he'd already asked. "You have a ride to pick up your car tomorrow morning?"