A Hotel Lobby
Tyler scanned the hotel lobby for Kellie. A woman in jeans, a t-shirt, denim jacket, sunglasses, and baseball cap with her hair pull back into a ponytail approached him.
"Are you Tyler Scott?" She asked.
"Kellie Corinthos, I presume," Tyler said.
"Let's get this meeting going, shall we?" Kellie said.
"My boss says I'm to take you to lunch first," Tyler said.
"Hoping I'll drop my guard, Mr. Scott?" Kellie said, "I'll play."
"You're not dressed for where I have reservations," Tyler said, "I expected you to wear something more business like. If you could change.."
"I happen to like what I'm wearing just fine." Kellie said, "We can go someplace more accommodating to my style of dress."
"Would please change?" Tyler said, "We had to call in a few favors for this reservation. It's your father's favorite restaurant here in Miami."
"Let's get one thing straight," Kellie said, "I do not expect to be catered to as the boss's daughter. I'm here as a business associate and I didn't bring anything other than t-shirts and jeans."
"Apparently, you don't understand your father's business very well; or else you'd have worn a business suit," Tyler said.
"I understand it well enough to know I should wear something comfortable enough to physically kick someone's butt in if I'm attacked," Kellie said, "Besides, I find it easier to carry a gun in these clothes than pant suits and blouses."
"How does your Uncle Ric put up with you?" Tyler asked, "He said you were a hellion, but I think that's understating it."
"He unlike you is on my good side," Kellie said, "Do you need an aspirin for that headache yet? I assume we're riding in the limo out front?" She headed for the door with Tyler trailing after her.