"That's very helpful, Stephanie White. Yeah." Ron grinned lightly. Then, as if he was just realizing that he had been staring, he ducked his attention back to his bag and began rummaging around inside. Under 'W'. Anything for a Stephanie White? Stephanie White, Stephanie White, Stephanie White...Pretty Girl had a Pretty Name. "How's that job?" Ron asked, looking up from his bag briefly. "Busy? I'm down in post, obviously. It's a bit...dull." He laughed, then looked down to the bag again. "Not that I'm complaining, honestly. It's better than being without work at all. Thought I was going to have loads more trouble finding a job when I got here. Then again, maybe I just got lucky."
Ron reached into the bag and fished out a letter. He extended it to her. "That's for you. Looks like you might wind up with a bit more work on your plate today, Stephanie. Or perhaps you've won the lottery. Who knows?" Ron flipped his bag shut and straightened up. He found that he was actually quite pleased that he hadn't started yelling at her for the accidental run-in. No, this polite exchange was much better. She was such a nice looking girl.