There was othing to be nervous about, and therefore, Presley wasn't. This wasn't her first rodeo, and as totally unfriendly as this Noah person seemed over her conversation with him, he wasn't the worst she'd ever dealt with. Probably. And anyway, it wasn't as though she was full of beans. There was a ghost following along side her as she made her way to the proposed meeting place. A ghost who was totally helpful in pointing out the nondescript man in the baseball cap (he'd said he'd be wearing one, she supposed, but it wasn't exactly helpful). As if there weren't other guys who fit his desciption. Please.
Anyway, having Macy tag almg n her way theree instead of waiting until she got to where she was going turned out to be extra helpful. She walked up to the correct tall white guy in a baseball cap with a cigarette instead if the wrong one, and held out her hand cheerfully. "I'm Presley. You're waiting for me, I believe."