Anne checked the time on her phone, quickly putting it back in her purse as she paid the driver and exited the taxi that had brought her to Psirri, wishing she had left earlier. Anne was a compulsively punctual person, but she'd changed clothes three times before leaving her house, and Orpheus behind, content with food and drink and his doggie-door into her garden in the back. It was curious; she'd never cared this much about looking very -- well -- pretty for anything, much less anyone, but tonight, she wanted to look -- well, pretty. She'd settled on a subtle, dark violet dress, nice, but not over-the-top, with matching sandals and her hair down, a white lily behind one of her ears. Her journal was again inside her purse, tucked away neatly.
Her eyes need not even have scanned her surroundings -- she spotted Tanym instantly. She approached with a feeling something like knots in her stomach, her breath catching slightly at first sight of him.
"Hello," she said, unable to help a smile, "I'm so terribly sorry. I meant to leave earlier. I hope you haven't been here too long," she said, apologetically.