He smiled warmly at her.  "Lizzy?"

She nodded.  "Mr. Grigson?"

He held out his hand, expecting her to shake it, which she did so with nervousness.  She was always nervous around men, unless they were over 55.  Well, at least men that she found attractive.  He did have the odd eyes, but they were a warm black--how could black eyes be warm, wasn't black a cold color?  And his hair was short, also black.  His hands were a bit rough.  She wondered if he worked in construction or something like that, where he was always using his hands at manual labor.  He wasn't skinny, nor stocky, so she supposed the phrase "medium build" would apply. 

"You didn't have any trouble finding the house, did you?" he asked. 

She shook her head.  Wow, she was being a great conversationalist!  But then, she was only here as a prospective renter, not to become his new best friend.

"Well, let me show you the apartment."  He closed the door behind him and stepped out onto the small porch, proceeding her down the stairs, and she followed.