Rory's POV
Needy was practically bouncing as we waited. I wasn't sure what all the fuss was about but I waited with her. She'd been talking about this meeting and getting some 'face time' for almost a week.
I knew she had a strong interest in her father's work, but this seemed a bit above and beyond. She continued to tap her foot so fast it was almost a blur. The keychain on her backpack swayed back and forth with a swift clinging sound with every moment of her foot. It was a bit annoying, but I didn't say anything.
It wasn't long until a basic-looking, middle-aged man walked through the doors. His blond hair was light, light to the point of graying along the sides. His eyes held more wrinkles than they should have for someone his age and they were accented by the heavy glasses he wor
