"Yes, that was his name.  He seemed really nice," she smiled.  Stacy blushed when her hand was kissed, "Oh, look at you...you are too nice.  Thank you."  Stacy hated social awkwardness and would always insert comments to kill the silence.  "But, wait...so, psychic's aren't reliable?  Really?  I've gone to see them for years...." she let the thought linger, then added, "I'm kidding."<br/><br/>Stacy was impressed with the security, knowing that would impress her father also.  She would note selling points to him to get him to close the deal if she ever found a place she liked.<br/><br/>"Aww. well, I'm not much of a lady, but thank you," she joked.  Stacy stepped inside, "Wow.  This is so much different than the dorm.  Like, you can actually breathe.  I'm impressed."