Rule #3: Attire must be subtly sexy. T-shirt and jeans are nice and safe, with maybe a pair of small hoops or cute studs. But T-shirt must be form fitting and as cleavage-friendly as possible, and jeans must NOT bag.
Luckily, Charlie still had a plain white t-shirt that fit Morgan's description, and with a green-striped camisole underneath, the "cleavage-friendly", Morgan-approved shirt turned into something actually appropriate to wear in public. And the two pairs of jeans she owned were well-fitting, anyway, since she bought them at least three years ago in a generous size that would allow for growth.
Rule #4: Last but not least, turn the tv on. Or, well, radio, since you don't have a tv. Silence implies waiting on hearing the door knock, which implies desperation. AKA the last thing you want. Having white noise helps normalize everything. And the more upbeat and less sappy-love song, the better.
This was probably the easiest rule to comply with. An actual radio station was too dangerous a place to run into random love songs, but she had plenty of pre-made CDs full of some of the same sorts of mixes that the radio provided. Popping in one such CD, Charlie found herself humming to one of Aerosmith's singles when she heard a soft rap on her door.
Heart jumped for a moment, but she quickly beat that down in favor of going back to the kitchen to turn on the stove burners and start chopping tomatoes.