"Sir, Luna Alana said to remind you of your date by eleven?" Erin says respectfully.
Dale makes a face, all the enthusiasm he had for filing had just hopped out the window. "Sure." He mutters, getting up and putting his things in order.
Erin panics. "Not right now, Sir…"
"I know, Erin." Dale says respectfully. "...and please call me Dale, you're older than I am."
"B-But, Luna Alana…"
"Forget about my mom, I'm saying you should call me by my name." He cuts her off. "Has the meeting with the Realtors been set?"
Erin shakes herself, getting back into work-related conversations with relief. "Yes sir… I-I mean, D-Dale, eight in the morning tomorrow at the town hall." She peeks into her files to confirm and gives him a reassuring smile.
"Good." Dale mutters, walking past her, four years of college studying estate management was about to come in real handy.
