Nadia barely heard the rap on the door over the sound of her espresso machine. She turned her head in the vicinity of the door and yelled "Come in!" She ran one last visual check over her apartment. The newly painted green, red accented walls gave the open space of her living room and kitchen a warm feel. There were boxes still scattered in between closed paint cans and rollers. But at least the furniture was all in place and nothing smelled weird. If fact, the good food and coffee added a certain homeyness that she couldn't have achieved in her last two days here. Well, hopefully her guests wouldn't mind the mess.
She hadn't changed out of her old, paint stained jeans and t-shirt, and her hair was up in a messy bun. But her make-up had lasted the day, and she looked decent. She'd be taught from the cradle that first impressions mattered, and outfits were weapons. That all would have mattered if she planned on getting much more than companionship out of anyone who stopped by. So paint-wrecked clothing it was.