To his credit, he didn't jump when the door abruptly crashed open. Shooting a curious look over his shoulder, the dark-haired youth studied Lucy curiously for a moment. He forced a grave looking smile but it didn't really look particularly entreating or welcoming.

"Good afternoon?" Was she the interviewer? She barely looked his age much less someone who was qualified to do evaluations. An inscrutable look kept the skepticism off the young man's face. Leaning forward slightly, he scanned the notepad and the message written there.

"Lucy? Right, I'm Tom." At least this time the smile was less forced. "Are you the interviewer?"