"Linnaea," Steven echoed with a broad grin. "Glad to meet you as well." His grin broadened just a little. "And gladder to be part of your music collection. But you're not old enough to be an original fan. Do I have your parents to thank? Or were you introduced by someone else? Say... A boyfriend?"
It was a leading question -- but Steven wouldn't be Steven if he didn't assume this role.
The movers stepped by him, still burdened with their heavy load. They were likely grateful for the distraction Naea was providing; it was keeping their employer from "helping" them any longer.
With the stairs cleared, Naea could reach the second floor. Steven waited for her at the top, one hand on the railing. "Are you going far?" he asked, gesturing upwards, towards the top of the stairs.