It was shortly after the appointed time for their meeting when Simon finally made his way down the stairs. He was dressed simply; a pair of faded, well-worn jeans with holes starting around the knees, and a grey t-shirt with a faded logo of some sort across the chest. Per Sheila's instructions, he had worn a pair of sneakers and had a Nalgene bottle dangling from his fingers. He paused, standing in the lobby and looking around, everything about him still other than his eyes, that is, until he caught sight of a girl perched on the counter, and it was then that he realised he didn't even know her name.
Pushing his hand back through his hair to get it out of his eyes, he made his way over towards her, hand shoved in his pocket. "You the one taking me to the land of fun?" he asked, a faint amount of amusement in his voice.