[Honestly, he was hoping for this reaction. He can barely contain the grin pulling at his lips. He releases her hand and runs up the small path, stopping right before the stoop to the front door. He gives the metal postbox and playful whap as he spins to face her.]
[The cottage behind him is practically gleaming in its newness. Built of stone, wood, and mortar it stands two stories with large windows spaced evenly across the front. There's some plain drapery keeping people from looking in— placeholder curtains for the time being.]
[He fishes around in his pocket and withdraws a key, his grin widening.]
I suppose you could say that. If you mean to ask if I'm the client...then yeah!
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[The cottage behind him is practically gleaming in its newness. Built of stone, wood, and mortar it stands two stories with large windows spaced evenly across the front. There's some plain drapery keeping people from looking in— placeholder curtains for the time being.]
[He fishes around in his pocket and withdraws a key, his grin widening.]
I suppose you could say that. If you mean to ask if I'm the client...then yeah!
It's mine!