Jeremiah & Janis
He didn't know what he'd been expecting. That was a norm in this town, and people tended to not meet his expectations regularly. Maybe it was a product of having existed within (what he was beginning to realize) a very small bubble in Seattle where everyone tended to meet his expectations for as long as he had, and maybe this was more what real life was - no one meeting your expectation, and not really in a bad way, more because you had not had an expectation in the first place. But she was attractive enough, and a curiosity, which was more than enough for him to spend a morning on
His lips twitched slightly at her appraisal. "I'll take the complement," he shrugged. "And I suppose I will let you come in."
He held the door open into the entrance, and stepped back to give her room to enter. A tuxedo cat sat at the end of the hall, appraising them both before disappearing from view, and Jeremiah closed the door behind her. "Do you want tea? coffee? Something stronger?" He raised an eyebrow in a question, or are you just here to see the house, in which case, I suppose we can begin a tour. I'm happy to take you around most places, except, of course, for my super secret mobster hide-away cellar." He was joking - probably. It might have been difficult to tell with the tone of his voice, but he led her back towards what really could only be termed as a great room, with the fireplace, the windows overlooking the lake, and of course the important bar cart, and access to the kitchen for tea and coffee.