Ashleigh hadn't actually expected Axel to show up, for several reasons. First of all, she'd never taken his offer all that seriously. It was a mistake she'd made before, and one she'd tried to correct, but apparently taking Axel seriously didn't come easily. Secondly, even if he had intended to come over, Ashleigh had assumed he would forget, or get distracted, or postpone it until Sunday evening by which time it would be too late. Ashleigh fully intended to be finished by the end of the day on Sunday - she couldn't just not have a functioning kitchen until the next week, after all.
Her plans had been made, her materials purchased (the second best part of any job) and all that was left was the actual implementation. Naturally, Ashleigh had a list. And then a schedule drawn up from the list, with appropriately timed breaks to eat meals and sleep. By the time Axel arrived, she'd already made herself several thermosfuls of good coffee to keep her going while the kitchen was out of action, gutted the old kitchen and finished arranging the walls in the new kitchen, on the other side of the flat. Since she was going to be brewing in her, she didn't want too much direct light, but nor did she want to eat or cook in complete darkness - so she'd been able to experiment with frosting the glass of the windows, which had been new.
She was dressed comfortably, in the black leggings she wore for theatre dance and a loose light blue t-shirt, with her hair caught up in a bun. If she'd known Axel was coming, she'd have bothered to put on socks, but changed little else. When she heard the knock, she glanced at her watch, thinking that perhaps it was later than she thought and Briana had worried she'd miss lunch. That seemed more likely than Axel appearing, but it was too early. When she opened the door, she was genuinely surprised. "Oh." Not, perhaps, the most flattering reaction, but she did step back to let him in automatically. "I- You're here." Aisling might have had a point in that Ashleigh really needed to stop thinking so little of him. On the other hand, she already considered him a friend even with as often as she underestimated him. "Come in. Sorry." Again, with the apologies, but she did feel bad. "Do you want some coffee?"