It was long after that Emma made her presence known, arriving shortly after Tony had fixed himself at the bar. She did not understand why he had chosen this specific location to meet, unless he was that overtaxed that he did not understand the subtle overtones of her e-mail. She was certain she had clearly expressed that this meeting would be strictly for recreational purposes. Although, admittedly, Emma was quite adept at mixing business and pleasure. It just seemed that a meeting of the ACLU wasn't hardly the means for a passionate tryst.
She was heralded by the click of heels as she joined him at the bar. She chose a modest outfit for today's affairs: pencil skirt, corset, a little nip of a sweater to cover her shoulders (it was a little chilly out after all) and Manolo Blahniks. She stood there next to him, all slouched over, tall and straight - Emma was nothing if not stunning in her white ensemble.
"You look quite abysmal, darling. Penny for your thoughts," she mused, lips pursed.