Who: Sana & Azah Where/When: Dem's, Saturday afternoon Rating: G, I'd wager? Summary: A little coffee, a little tea...
It was, she acknowledged, ridiculously vain to change one's clothes half a dozen times, standing in front of the mirror in between changes for careful inspection. But it had been nearly four years since she'd last seen Azah in person, and even if there wasn't going to be an opportunity for that sort of reunion, she wanted to look unquestionably good. The question was how casual was too casual, how dressy was too dressy? So far she'd settled on dark jeans and a white silk peasant blouse, and after a few quick comparisons of jackets and shoes, she scooped up her purse and thought of the nearest possible Muggle-free Apparition point to Dem's.
It wasn't a long walk to the door of the familiar haunt, but it was long enough for a little ball of nerves to build up Sana's stomach. The hostess offered to seat her, and Sana agreed with the caveat that she had just stopped in for a drink with Azah, if she was around. Left with a glass of water to sip while the hostess went to find her boss, Sana perused the new menu. There were still a few classic favorites from Mr. Demsky's days at the helm, but a duo of sweet and spicy panipuris in the appetizer section made her grin. It was likely slimmer odds than she could hope for, but Sana was glad she'd chosen the jeans that made her legs look longest.