Bill repeated her name over in his head. It had a musicality to it, which his definitely did not, and it wasn't just the way it sounded with her accent either, because it sounded nice to him in his head as well, though not as nice, he thought. His eyebrows raised as she held up a finger, and watched her pull the bottle of wine out of her bag.
"Oh, thank you," Bill said, pausing for a moment. "I don't have enough hands," he added with a bit of a chuckle, shaking his head. He took a step back and motioned with his head that she could follow. "You can come in if you'd like, I'm just going to take this to the kitchen."
If she didn't want to come in, that was fine, he would be back shortly enough to get the wine from her, but as he walked to his kitchen he hoped she would, so it might be a longer conversation than it might have been before.