Oliver burst through the front door and stuttered to a stop, his eyes taking in her sitting behind the desk. "Oh," he grunted, sounding like he'd accidentally swallowed his tongue. She stood up and walked around the desk to him.
"I'm Kylie VanLueven. And you are?" she said, holding her hand out to shake his. She was pretty sure he wouldn't follow formalities otherwise. His gaze darted this way and that as he put his hand out to shake.
"Oliver Blank," he mumbled, "but you can call me Ollie." And then he took off for the back like his ass was on fire.
She laughed a little to herself as she sat back down at the desk. Had she been that uncomfortable around boys when she was in school? Probably. Hell, she felt like doing just that this morning around Dr. Whitaker.