Who: Nisha and Eden
Where: The Dovetail
When: Mid-afternoon
It wasn't that infrequent to get a few odd requests from clients upon scheduling. Usually, the people handling the schedules knew Nisha's limitations but every once a while something came up than hadn't come up before, and so the email was forwarded and Nisha had to look it over and see whether or not she was up for it. There was, incidentally, very little Nisha didn't do. Usually, the managers got a simple reply of "i'm down" or "i'm down just give me time between appointments when you set it up" if it required preparation. Today, however, the request was just downright bizarre. it was harmless at first sight but it involved a degree of weirdness that even Nisha didn't know if she was up for.
Pushing herself from the chair at her desk, Nisha knew there was only one thing to do: talk to the girl she liked best, who had also been working here a lot longer than she had. Nisha checked with the manager to see if Eden was busy and, upon finding she wasn't at this time, made her way to Eden's usual digs at the Dovetail, knocking and waiting for an answer.