Emily, despite being fit and generally pretty and feminine, was not in the habit of emphasizing it. She wore next to no make up, her nails were short and natural and at closer examination, her hands were filled with old scars of cuts and burns here and there, and she wore no jewelry whatsoever.
"Ah, I think I've actually already looked you up once, as disturbing as that sounds now," she laughed. "Due to a strange chain of events, I got locked out of my apartment one night. A friend called to get you to open the door for me but someone else entirely came up to give me the key," she said and made a face shivering, before she took a sip of her cider. "Creepy fella. Otherwise I've loved it."