Since making plans with Neville, Hannah had tried not to make a big deal out of it -- he was an old friend and a loyal customer. They were just catching up in a casual manner, as most friends did. It wasn't a date -- or, he hadn't said it was a date, and she wasn't going to be presumptuous about the situation. So she had gone about most of her day as she normally would, only mentioning to the other employees that she was going to be stepping out for a bit after lunch.
It wasn't until noon that she started to feel vaguely nervous about going. Since Tom had caught ill, Hannah hadn't left the Leaky except to run small errands. She had also scarcely concerned herself with looking any nicer than she normally did for service. Part of her felt that if she were going to go out, she should have put more effort into her appearance, but there wasn't time for that once the customers came in for lunch hour.
Date or not, Hannah was bound to be a mess once Neville finally got there. She almost considered asking for a rain check on their plans when she saw him come in from the Alley side of the pub. Self-conscious as she was about her current state of mind and appearance, it was too late to back out. Without checking how much had been given, Hannah scooped the small handful of coins from the counter into her palm, smiling brightly at the greying wizard across from her. "Thank you. Have a great weekend, Mr. Cattermole."
The old man smiled and murmured the same back, leaving Hannah free to attend to her personal matters. The other staff was able to handle clean up and the last customer without her. She hung up her apron and wiped her hands clean, combed some tangles out of her hair with her fingers, then came his way, patting down the wrinkles in her skirt as she went. "Hi. Sorry, I hope you haven't been waiting too long," she said, genuinely apologetic.