"I figured," she said with a nod, the smile on her face bright. She set another box of rattling pasta on the shelf before she pulled herself up in earnest. She could have just let him alone but he was different from her usual night owl customers. He was her renter, after all.
It wasn't much to cross the difference between them and she reached out with an offered hand. "I don't think we've had a chance to meet yet. I'm sorry about that. You're Isaiah, right? I'm Helena."