Bruce nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise when the buzzer for the lobby went off and he swallowed nervously. He checked his appearance in the mirror by his door. He'd gone for khakis and a pale yellow shirt, unable to tame his ironically wild greying hair. Oh who was he kidding? She was far too young to find that attractive. Resignedly sighing, he went over to the intercom and called. "Hey Jane, it's Bruce. Door's open, just come on up."