[ Who knows how long he's been standing at that door, outside, hand on the knob and wondering when he was going to have the guts to turn it and step inside. Minutes? Hours?
Well, the sun isn't shining in his one good eye when he finally closes it, so that's something.
He tenses up all the same, but pushes all his thoughts aside before he turns to face her. Head down, light smirk on his lips. ] That's me.
[ Finally, he looks at her face, the casual air discarded. ] Sorry I'm late.