She stepped off the platform, a light jacket over her skirt and blouse, her hair swept into a partial up-do to show of her dangling earrings. She smiled when she saw him waiting, pleased to see someone on time after days of flights being delayed because of weather of all kinds.
"You must be Deacon," she said, stepping down and extending her hand in greeting, "I'm Rebecca Rice. It's nice to actually meet you in person. I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?"