It was hard for Saoirse
not to make some sort of entrance. She'd been at Amityville long enough that she knew people didn't necessarily enjoy her grander entrances, but she found it hard to be early. Or on time. At least she didn't take fashionably late to mean any great length of time, but she did arrive just two or three minutes past when they'd scheduled to meet up. It'd be appalling to be the first to arrive.
Latte in hand she sauntered up, ready to shop. She'd worn something relatively easy to slip on and off, a top with a low back and a wide neck that slipped off of one shoulder gracefully paired with pants without an obscene number of buttons. Some of her accessories were real, some simply one of her glamours so they wouldn't interfere as she tried things on. She'd shopped before. She knew what she was doing.
She eyed the ghoul she was meeting from across the food court, making sure she was someone to be seen with. She had an eye for fashion it seemed, so Saoirse quickly headed her way.
"Hello Lute," she called out as she approached the table, lowering herself into a seat pushed sideways to give her wings some room.
"I hope you haven't been waiting too long."Cheekiebirdiee
Sorry, she's a bit of a prima donna. Thanks for starting!!
