Lydia was dancing around her apartment in a sweet little 50's-esque apron over a khaki jumper and white top, her hair tied up in a sloppy bun. She jumped when she heard the knock at the door and hurried over to open it. There was only one person it could be, unless, by some freak occurrence, one of her neighbors suddenly decided to come and be social. Which she doubted.
Grinning widely, she threw the door open, ushering Mandy in. "Come in! Come in! Thank you for coming!"