Christian had that shark grin. "Good to see you as well. No need for hostilities we're guests of your mother. We are here to keep you company while she is in Europe. So this is the family house. I was here years ago. During one of those suck up to grandma visits. I guess not munch has changed. You going to open the door?" You saw the raven haired girl tug at his arm. "Oh, yea this silent little creature is your niece Vivian." 

She waved but didn't even fake the family smile. She was probably 16 tall with olive skin and brown eyes. Her hair was French braided and went to the small of her back. Vivians dress was beige, strapless, and stopped at her knees. Vivian wore sandals and a large sun hat. She had no suitcase. She was skinny but curvy for her age. "Sorry about the phone call, I was coerced by the family. Nice place." As she talked she didn't make eye contact once.