Robin was certain that Eliza couldn't take her eyes off of him; [i]who could blame her[/i]? Robin subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and had a smug smirk sat on his lips. He gave the others a toothy grin and went to slap Richard on the back.[color=DarkOrange] “Yeah, I'm coming. Got to make sure you don't get a heart-attack on the way up there, old timer!”[/color] [i]Was that a distasteful joke? [/i]He thought. Worried about his first impression on the older man, he took a few skips towards Dennis and the stairs. 

[color=DarkOrange]“I'm Robin Miller, my father owns a restaurant; Lord of the Wings, you've probably heard of it.”[/color] He glanced at the others, ready for them to be mind-blowing-ly impressed. [color=DarkOrange]“This isn't my first job, but I'm excited for the new challenges and opportunities this place will give. Lookin' forward to getting to know my new co-workers as well.”[/color] As he spoke he tried to get ahead of Dennis on the stairs, as though it was a show of dominance.