Savannah had been one of the first to arrive. By nature, she was a prompt person, and, tonight, it showed. Following Nathan's directions had been easy, and she was genuinely surprised to see the lavish guest house which would be hosting their soiree.
Having followed Nathan's advice to dress casually, Savannah had worn an outfit that teetered on the edge of something more. To celebrate the warm weather that was slowly returning to the island, she had chosen to wear a light top whose scoop neck and split sleeves gave the fitted shirt a stylish impression where there otherwise was none. The casual gray of the shirt stood out against the dark blue jeans she wore. A pair of simple black worn flip-flops revealed toe nails painted the same glossy opalescent as her fingernails. Her dark hair was held into a loose knot at the base of her skull with a pair of sticks.
"Hi, Nathan," she greeted as she stepped over the threshold and into the guest house.