Phryne hadn't been at all certain the young lady would call her, despite her claim that she would try, but she had been pleasantly surprised when she did. She'd promptly suggested they meet for lunch, half afraid that if she allowed the moment to pass, she would never get another chance to drag the dear girl out of her shell.
It was a quiet little out-of-the-way place, and true to form, she was rather overdressed for her surroundings, not that she minded. She enjoyed expensive fabrics, the feel of the material against her skin, and if it happened to draw attention, she'd never minded that either.
Picking a table tucked slightly into a corner, affording them a small amount of shelter from the other patrons, she took her seat, keeping an eye on the door as she waited for her companion to arrive.