Shannon took a deep breath and closed her journal. Moment of truth. She was going to meet Dean. As much as she hated it and would never admit it, her stomach was fluttering with nervous anticipation as she went to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror, touching up her makeup and fixing her hair. It didn't hurt to look her best, just in case, even if the point was just to eat lunch and meet her newfound friend.
When she was sufficiently satisfied with her appearance - and had changed her sandals to close-toed flats, even if she hadn't really wanted to - Shannon cracked open her bedroom door and peeked out into the hall. She wasn't sure whether she was disappointed or relieved when she didn't see anyone else out there.
Shannon's stomach growled and with another deep breath and a huffed exhale, it was decided. Time to go. Besides, she had to get there before Dean, anyway.
The walk wasn't very far, but when she got to the right building, she paused outside the entrance to the kitchen, hearing a commotion inside. Probably just some of the dumb kids running around and wreaking havoc just because their parents weren't around to tell them no. So in the mean time, Shannon paced nervously. What if Dean was nothing like the image she had in her head? Would her normally shallow outlook change the way she felt about him as a person? She liked to think not, but she'd only be trying to fool herself. Shannon knew how she worked. She knew better than to think that looks wouldn't matter. She also knew that the second she saw him, for better or worse, she'd be passing judgment based on his appearance. She hated it, but it was true.
"Oh, my God, come on," she muttered. She wasn't even entirely sure, herself, whether the sentiment was thought in Dean's direction or in that of the obnoxious sounds coming from the kitchen.