When he felt that touch, he pulled the door open, and bowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Sophie! You came... I..."
He blushed and stepped back, opening it wide.
"Come in, please."
The front area held two large comfortable chairs, facing one another across a table with tea and soda in hot and cold holders. Quentin smiled,. nervous, his eyes on her, full of unconscious care. She was so beautiful. She was even a little different from the Sophie he had known, and the ones he had met along the way, and she was brilliant! He pulled himself in as much as he could leaving only the polite area of his mind clear for her to see. He did not want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable.