He sees her waiting. He knows they must both be nervous, but she projects a elegantly calm facade that he doubts he displays. She hasn't seen him, so he strides towards her and fixes the smile he has been practicing. He clears his throat and she looks up, already smiling. He offers his hand and she rises from her seat. As her hand closes on his, gentle skin pressed to his hand, he's glad he didn't forget his manicure set!