The place was huge, really. Like a fucking castle compared to the other places in the city.
Once he'd gotten word that his delivery had arrived, Graham locked his computer, straightened his cardigan, reached for the small item on his desk, tucked it away safely into his pocket, and started his way down toward the lobby. Leaning in closer to the door of the elevator, he checked in the reflection to make sure he had nothing in his teeth just before the familiar ding! Straightening back up, he took a deep breath, and exhaled in a bit of a sigh before stepping out into the little corridor.
Giving a hesitant look around, he eventually started down the small hall toward the main entrance-- the lobby. Spotting the unfamiliar woman, who seemed to be waiting, he brought his hands out to clasp together in front of him, using them to gesture toward her, his two index fingers pointing to her, as he leaned awkwardly to the side, "Uh.." He scrunched up his nose and hoped that she was his guest, "..Tacokicker?" why he put emphasis on 'taco', he'd never know.. and his voice went into a higher register-- he didn't know why he did that either.
He sincerely hoped that this was the woman that had arrived with his delivery.
Straightening back up as to seem not as awkward, he brought his clasped hands up to cover his mouth. Like he could actually hide behind his fists, and peer over his knuckles toward her with a hopeful look.