|| firehairedfirestar ||
"Oh, my apologies! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Of course, a man hanging upside down in a tree outside at six in the morning might have warranted many people to get spooked. Hank had the day’s newspaper in his hands, knees hooked around a thick limb of the tree. He swung himself up, somersaulting through the air before landing before the redheaded woman. He already had his newspaper folded under his arm, scooping up the books he scared out of her hands. He gave an apologetic look as he offered them out to her in a neatly organized pile.
“Please forgive me, I was only meaning to greet you. My name is Henry McCoy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear.”