Despite her late hours, Kinjal was a typically early riser. There wasn't really a reason to it -- it just was. And considering that last night's sleep had involved yet another nightmare, it had only aided her at getting up at a time she wasn't even quite sure counted as being part of the morning.
She's been doing a very good job of not actually letting the fact that every other night was plagued by the insanity bleed into her everyday life. After all, what good would it do her in the long run. She was mostly confident she would find herself a solution in the long run, after all.
But at the moment, she was due to meet Adrian for a bit of brunch and she was looking forward to both the meal and the company. She arrived at the restaurant they were due to meet, dressed... close to a way she was sure would've actually met her mother's approval, even if her entire family liked to pretend she lost all etiquette knowledge she'd learned as a child.
After being pointed in the right direction by the host, Kinjal made her way over to where Adrian was already seated. "Nice table," she said with a slight grin instead of the more standard sort of greeting.