"Thank you," she said, walking into his apartment, the layout of which was predictably similar to that of her own. The plethora of boxes was no surprise, either; though her move was only a touch over a year ago, she remembered well the weeks it had taken her to settle in. At his introduction, she smiled and slid her hand into his, giving him a silky but firm shake before sliding away again.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Luc," she replied, then turned to make her way into the living room, nimbly stepping over and around boxes without incident.
She already liked the sense she got from him; tall, blond, and gorgeous, but also a little bit thrown off, maybe, which from someone who looked like him came as a very high compliment. Pretty and made her feel pretty? That was definitely a win-win.
"Maybe I can help you find them," she said, then stepped further into the apartment. As she moved, she tossed him that smile over her bare shoulder, taking in the sights of the space as she looked for a glint of keys among all the brown cardboard. What caught her eye most immediately, though, was the piano.
"Are you a musician, Luc?" she asked. It was an obvious question; few people tended to go through the expense and difficulty of having a piano brought up to a high rise apartment if they didn't intend some practical use for it, but you never knew. Besides, the details were what was important, clearly.