To be honest, Darren wasn't sure what he expected when he opened the door, but in over a thousand trials, he would have never guessed that it was the Business Everyday reporter, Brooklyn Baker.
She stood on his doorstep, wearing a blue shirt with black plain office trousers.
Her face was shot straight at his. She was staring at him, and with a serious but uncertain gaze like she was trying to make out his features.
Her sharp brown eyes darted between his face and a photograph in her hand. She checked again, and again.
"Darren Steele?" she asked, like she wasn't entirely sure.
Darren raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She squinted at the photo again, then back at him.
"Yes, it is you," she confirmed, sizing him up with a subtle tilt of her head. "Taller than I expected."
Darren leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You're the reporter chick."