"Well, you move fast, don't you?" she asked with a laugh. As soon as she said it, she mentally kicked herself. [i]Shit,[/i] she thought. [i]He was probably just being nice and not actually asking me out. Anyway, he's too old for me anyway.[/i] She stopped. Was he? Yes, she was only nineteen, but she felt much older. Besides, he was handsome, charming, and from what she could tell, a really nice guy. Plus, she had been single for quite a while and it wouldn't hurt her to go out every once in a while. Provided, of course, that he actually was asking her out. "That's, of course, if you were asking me out. On a date. And I just realized that you could just be offering to be nice. Either way, I'd love to." She blushed at her embarrassing assumption and smiled sheepishly.

"Annie! Who [i]are[/i] you talking to?" The sound of her father's footsteps echoed through the hallway and she looked behind her. "Shit," she muttered as her tall, gray-haired father came around the corner. She cast a look to Steve, trying to urge him not to say anything about him showing her around. That would not sit well with her father. The stately man stopped at the doorway and gave Steve an intimidating glare. "Who are you and what do you want?"