Orla was running several minutes late after having to stay past closing to finish up a final shoot with a family and their rowdy children who absolutely refused to cooperate. No matter how many takes she had take, each one had turned out worse than the one before and her manager was anything but pleased. It didn't help either that she was beyond nervous about meeting Merlin, the person the Ministry had paired her with to marry. At quarter after five, she finally got a shot that appeased the parents enough to finally gather their things up and leave.
Wanting nothing more than to go home, Orla sighed as she threw her camera over head and glanced up at the clock. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that to do. Checking to make sure the studio was clear and thoroughly locked up, she apparated from the ladies bathroom and straight into Diagon Alley. She had only seen the shop Merlin worked at once before and only vaguely remembered where it was.
Reading the signs as she walked by each one, she spied the one she was look for several stalls down and hesitated. The person outside had to be him and she bit her lip. He smoked; Orla hated those things, especially their smell, and could never understand how anyone could actually stick those things in their mouths. But she wouldn't rude to say that upon their first meeting and so, with her hands wringing in front of her, Orla closed the distance between them.
"...Are you Merlin?" she asked several feet away from them, feeling incredibly awkward and as if she wanted to turn the other way and run somewhere she was much more familiar and comfortable with.