Ah, home from work. There really was nothing like it, and she was damn glad to have caught the bus today-- this rain and cold were starting to get to her. Naea was hoping she wasn't going to come down with something--much as she would love a break, it wasn't exactly the way she wanted to go about it. At least the rain had stopped by the time she'd hit the bus stop closest to Pax.
There were generally people moving in and out all sorts of the day and night. And she would be friendly and amiable and hoped that she would make a new friend (could never have enough, right?), so Naea didn't much mind the moving truck outside of the building and made sure to not get too in the way of the moving guys. Getting up the stairs, however, was going to prove difficult with the giant piano being hauled up.
Naea glanced up at the voice asking them to be careful... and had to look again.
No way that was Steven Shiancoe. Lead singer of Mad Olympus.
No fucking way. She had the albums, knew all the songs. They'd broken up before she could have ever gotten to see a show. And now? Steven was standing in her apartment building.
Inwardly, Naea was kind of being squeely schoolgirly excited. Outwardly, she was playing it cool. "I would ask you to sign my guitar, Mr. Shiancoe, but seems the piano has other ideas. Welcome to Pax, where everything has a mind of its own." She was calm. And sweet. All smiles. Hoping she wasn't a complete dork.