She turned with a bright smile, wide eyed at her name. "Robert," she said, feeling oddly breathless, exhilarated, "my muse!" she said with a laugh that actually reached her eyes. She stood and stuck her pen in her hair, a habit, as she walked the two steps through her small office to him. With a hug that felt natural and yet so warming and wonderful, she pulled back, "Did you get any sleep?" She asked, indicating the coffee she'd made for them. She felt an electricity now that he was here, like she couldn't stand still.