Mister Cresswell had a very nice smile. It was at least partly what attracted Zaid to him in the first place. Zaid was a sucker for a beautiful smile. "It should be," Zaid said as he looked over his handiwork. He took quite a lot of pride in his work. "It's thirsty work though, especially in the sun like this." He hoped Mister Cresswell would bring him out a glass of lemonade or water just to complete the fantasy images in his head. Better yet would be getting an invite inside but Zaid was handling this carefully.