Adam stood quietly in front of his desk, arms clasped behind his back, staring quietly at the young girl in front of him. Woman, technically, but she was young enough that he automatically thought of her as a girl. She looked nervous, waiting, obviously wondering if he was going to say something, or if she should. She fidgeted slightly, then got herself under control. He liked that. It boded well that she could control her nervousness, her fears.
