[Steve is sketching on the couch. A sketch that looks like an innocent landscape, but it's most definitely not. No one would know the better though, it's fully of ideas and plans - he might have been reclusive these last few days, but it's not gone to waste at all.
The knock catches his attention, looking around thinking someone was going to show up, expecting the company, but after a couple seconds with no immediate response, Steve is on his feet and answering the door.]
To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Clementine? [He steps aside to invite her in, giving her a smile, very pleased to see her.]
LET'S START THE PARTY
The knock catches his attention, looking around thinking someone was going to show up, expecting the company, but after a couple seconds with no immediate response, Steve is on his feet and answering the door.]
To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Clementine? [He steps aside to invite her in, giving her a smile, very pleased to see her.]