Anne was typically on time; in fact, she prided herself on being almost compulsive about it. She'd started getting ready at what seemed to border on too early, making sure her long, dark hair was styled, a white violet tucked behind her ear. Her dress was also modeled on the Greco-roman style, in a pale shade of lavender, and as she exited the taxi, she smoothed it out, playing with the string of pearls around her neck as she approached the door to Spondi.
She found herself whisked toward the back the instant she'd given her name and dropped Chloe's, escorted by a man who seemed quite concerned and treated her as if she were a person of some importance, to that booth tucked away from things. It struck her as both familiar and not-so, at the same time, and rather perplexed her, though her subtle, curious looks about the place she'd never been to were subdued once she spotted Chloe.
It was instinctive; there was no handshake, no how d'you do?, nothing of that sort. Instead, she hugged the petite blonde before anything else, a rather sudden and most un-Anne-like action.