This wasn't exactly where she saw her day heading. Earlier she'd been around junk sales advertised via craigslist, picking up a couple of lamps, a bedside table, and a futon to furnish her ridiculously sparse apartment. No bed yet, but she'd be happy to sleep on the futon with her sleeping bed until she found a good mattress deal. There were rules about getting mattress at junk piles (ie: don't do it) so yeah, she'd hold out a bit longer.
Still, to go from sifting through other people's discarded and forgotten crap to meeting up with a virtual stranger for coffee ... yeah, not exactly her average day. The moment the meeting place and time were set, she was off like a shot, changing out of her stained white Hanes t-shirt into ... well, a clean white Hanes t-shirt. A decided improvement from the dirty, sweaty one. See? She knew how to dress appropriately.
Pulling the bottom of her jean legs from her slip-on sneakers, Evan was out the door, pulling an olive-colored messenger bag over her shoulder as she half-jogged. Oh, she'd slow down before she hit the lobby, mussing her hair just a bit, slapping on a layer of cherry chapstick. Really, she had no concept of this sort of stuff.
It wasn't long after she'd wandered into the lobby looked as fresh as a daisy, that a gentleman who didn't look that much older came out of the elevator. A suit? Was she missing something? Clutching the strap of her messenger bag as he made his way to her, she offered a smile that seemed just a touch shy. "That's me. Uhm ... Pete's isn't a nice place, right?" A suit was a suit, despite the shoes you wore with it. "Because I could go change." Feeling a little out of her league? Maybe. Just a little, tiny bit.