Kayla walked in soon after Julian arrived. She was wearing shorts and a light-blue tank top.

"Oh hi," she greeted Julian with a warm grin. "You must be Julian, your father talks so much about you."

Julian blushed as he shook her soft, angelic hand.

"He does?" Julian asked, the blush still evident on his face. He had never been this close to a beautiful woman before.

Kayla nodded.

"All the time."