Who: Olivia and Steve What: La cena en Mexico (Dinner in Mexico) Where: Mexico! When: Monday evening Rating: PG-13
Mexico was warm, according to the weather Steve had looked up on it, so he stood in front of his closet contemplating what to wear to dinner. Part of him wanted to go more formal and appear to be a real gentlemen, but formal also meant warm clothes and that was, as Mexicans would say, no bueno. So he was leaning more toward shorts and a t-shirt, but upon looking he found his summer clothes to be in a rather sad mess. Resting a hand on his hip he frowned at his closet, displeased with what little it had to offer. It was becoming clear to him that a shopping trip was in order sometime in the near future.
For the moment, he'd had to suffer with a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a light blue polo shirt. Pulling those over his muscular body he pulled on a pair of sandals and then headed out to find the nearest portkey which landed him not far from Olivia's place. Easily jogging the short distance, since he had been feeling rather lazy as of late, he came to the door and paused, smoothing out his shirt. Finally he knocked and then waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot.