Curry & Conversation Who: Noah Browning & Elisabeth Ritter. What: Chatting while consuming curry and other yummies. When: Saturday evening, 6:00 pm-ish. Where: The Curry Pot. Rating: I shouldn't think it will go beyong PG. Status: COMPLETE.
A shower and a quick bit of blush, liner and lip gloss later, and Lisa was in a nice red dress for a warm spring night, complete with matching shoes. She had a few things from her wardrobe for charity events and this was one of her simpler, more casual outfits. She pulled her hair back and up-ish, without bothering to dry it and donned some silver earrings and a ring or two. Nothing fancy. Nothing garish.
But she wanted to look half-decent.
Tugging on a light, cream-colored jacket and grabbing her purse, she made sure Cheshire had water and then headed on her way. Noah had been quite correct. His non-Google-Monkey instructions to 'The Curry Pot' meant for about a fifteen minute walk from the Cambridge Arms and she did, indeed, arrive before he did. She chose a nice table, near a window and sat and waited for him to arrive. Her hair curled as it dried and she fiddled with a strand of it as she sipped her water and tried to relax. Tried not to think about the mobile phone in her purse and another call coming in from the hospital, about Tracy.
Tried not to think about an angry man with a gun...