Dylan Murphy<br/>Location: The GPC Split Bean<br/>Tagged: Lucy Martin<br/>Time:  2PM<br/><br/>Dylan grinned at the young lady, he could tell she seemed prone to nervousness. He took her hand and squeezed it , looking her deep in the eyes with a crooked grin.  "It's ok  , I like the sound of your voice. "  At that he held the door for her.  He was glad she didn't mind it, he had dated a woman the week before , Darla, who was great except every time he held the door for him it was as if he was trying to enslave all female-kind into chattel slavery and reverse women's suffrage. Dylan didn't have time for causes or zealots.  Besides, if holding a door set off that previous date's "enslaving women" rhetoric, he figured that Darla would have really freaked when he put her in cuffs, blindfold and a gag and began to spank .  Which might have ruined the next date.<br/><br/><br/>Lucy though seemed way more down to earth, not an uptight city girl.  "So we heading to your place, you said earlier you had a few hours until you had to start at the pizzeria, is that still true?  Either way I know I will get to spend some time with you later, after work, I am looking forward to that too, up on the roof"<br/><br/>Of course if she had to work sooner, then he would be on his best behavior while he escorted her to work, but if she had some time to spend at her place, then things might get ... more interesting.   He took her arm and went wherever they were heading, smiling over at her , offering encouragement but letting her lead the conversation.  She was obviously a bit excited, and that was a good sign to him.