"H-huh?" came the man's confused reply. "Wait, no, now I'm confused. Why would there be a gift involved? I... No, I don't think I'd be that drunk. Well, not anymore... I'm pretty sure I'd remembersomething about a gift is what I'm saying."
"That's not-" she began.
He sighed and scratched his head. "Uh, listen. 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 did wake me, but I fall asleep at the workbench all the time, so it's not exactly unusual."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" she mumbled.
His eyes widened slightly as a thought occurred to him. "It's the house, isn't it?" he asked, a small grin spreading across his face. "You're my new neighbor. It'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."
[i]He doesn't recognize me from my modeling career?[/i] She swayed a little from side to side and smiled.

And then his eyes widened significantly more. "Wait, you were gonna get me a gift? You're 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. Violet glanced down the hall too, wondering what it was he'd been working on. [i]Something mechanical? Is he an engineer of some sort?[/i]

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

Violet took his hand and gave it a vigorous shake. "Nice to meet you, Jeremy Lindall! I'm Violet Summer. I'm sure we'll be [i]great[/i] friends. Never mind about the gift; it's just a silly old custom anyway. We should hang out!"

She stole another glance at the room behind him. "May I come in?" she asked, practically bouncing with excitement.