Accepting, he steps in, and he brushed against her a little. He tries to play it cool and a hand automatically through his hair throwing it back out of his face. 'Yeah......sorry about the noise...I just....didn't think you would answer.' He looked around the place remembering.  When she closes the door and takes her seat, his heart pounds in his chest and he realizes what he is really here for....he can't find the words....he just shakes his head a little and becomes nervous. He hopes she doesn't notice, trying to take a seat himself he bumps into a stand by her chair knocking over some stuff crashing all over the floor into pieces..'damn it.....'  he bent down trying to pick things up and cuts his finger... he starts to sweat and wipes his face with the back of his hand making a mess on himself.