[@Thinslayer]
"H-huh?" He asked, taken back by the girls sudden apologies. 

Particularly confusing was the part where she mentioned a gift.

"Wait, no, now I'm confused. Why would there be a gift involved? I... No, I don't think I'd be [i]that[/i] drunk. Well, not [i]anymore[/i]... I'm pretty sure I'd remembersomething about a gift is what I'm saying."

He sighed and scratched his head. He honestly felt kind of bad about how bad he seemed to be making [i]her[/i] feel.

"Uuuh, listen." He started awkwardly. "I'm sorry, but I really don't remember you, so I don't know what the whole 'gift' thing is about, but you don't have to worry about it. And... well, yeah, I guess you [i]did[/i] wake me, but I fall asleep at the workbench all the time, so it's not exactly unusual."

And then a tiny memory returned to him, and his eyes widened slightly.

"It's the house, isn't it?" He asked, a small grin spreading across his face as he figured it out. "You're my new neighbour. 's probably where I recognize you from too, isn't it? I must've seen you looking at it back when it first went up for sale."

And then his eyes widened significantly more.

"Wait, you were gonna get [i]me[/i] a gift? [i]You're[/i] the new arrival! I should be the one giving the gifts!"

He quickly glanced back down the hall, trying to think of what he might had in the workshop.

"Hmm, maybe I could... Yeah, yeah that'd probably work pretty well..." He mumbled to himself, before turning back to the girl and held out his hand to shake. "Yeah, give me 'till tomorrow and I should have something pretty decent up 'n ready for you. 'till then, the names Jeremy. Jeremy Lindall."