A voice he could actually discern startled him. Declan jumped slightly and withdrew his hand from Charlotte. Again, he was struck with how bad he was with attaching names to faces. Her hair was a particular shade of grey that told him she was neither a "Daisy" or "Etta" type.

"What color is your hair?" he asked her bluntly before realizing how rude he was being. "I'm sorry, yeah, it's fine. You can sit," he added quickly, moving his charts, books and notes further to one side to allow her room on the table. "I'm just..." Being an absolute weirdo. Declan cleared his throat, drummed his fingers on the table nervously, and kept his eyes on Charlotte. "She's sweet."