Callum was running a little late-- most likely due to Catherine. Yeah, he was going to blame her. 100%. She was lovely and he wanted to spend lots and lots of time with her. But after finally wriggling away from what was probably the third or so shag of the day, Callum pretended he had some appointment to fix xyz, and left Catherine in her trailer to get ready for her work for the evening, when the carnival opened for the night. He'd only ever paid attention to how long it took to get her evil dresses off--- he'd never really thought about how long it must have took to put them on. Jesus. She'd need several hours.
After stopping by his own trailer to take a quick shower, change out of yesterday's clothes, and grab his jacket, Callum started into town to meet up with Ana at the address that she had texted him.
Pausing at the entrance of the place, he wrinkled his nose, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated actually going in. Stepping to the side, he peeked through one of the large store front windows, arching a brow at one of the mannequins before he looked past it to see if he could spot Ana.
He wasn't about to wander into some store if Ana wasn't actually there. Was this the right address? It looked like it.. maybe. Leaning closer to the window, trying to see past the glare, he accidentally thumped his head against the glass and immediately straightened back up to give an awkward look around, you know. To the random elderly couple passing by. Or the other people walking past. Had they seen that?
Growling a bit with frustration, Callum looked back to the store, and stepped back over to the door to pull it open to step inside. Why did he suddenly feel like Julia fucking Roberts in Pretty Woman? A blue jean-wearing, Rolling Stones t-shirt wearing, leather jacket-wearing hooker. Fantastic.