Lancelot's job had taken him suddenly out of town again and he had apologised profusely and promised to make it up to her on his return but, sweetheart, there's this murderer I've been trying to catch and this could be the best chance? And, yes, Andromeda had pouted at him for a bit but eventually relented, because his job was important to him.
But she was also bored home alone for a couple of days, and so when her agency called and asked if she would go along as 'company' for a wealthy business man, Andromeda had agreed. (But first she had made sure of what sort of company she was going to be - it turned out to be nothing scandalous. In the car on the way he'd explained it: his line of work was far more macho than he liked, but it meant people investing with him treated him better when he had a beautiful woman on his arm instead of his actual partner of four years, George, who had to remain home from these things to keep from making a stir.)
The party itself was very fancy and in her bright blue dress Andromeda fitted in perfectly among the other women. But right now her glass was empty so she made her way to the bar to get another champagne. It was standing there that she felt the other immortal somewhere near by and looking across she locked eyes with the man. Then she raised her glass to him with a smile.