Tasha's car arrived a few minutes early. She slid out of it with all the feline grace that her training had given her, and smiled at the driver as he closed the door for her, "Thank you."
She'd never met Ms. Potts in person, but she had seen her in interviews. Mostly ones she'd found online after accepting the job, just to get an idea of the woman and her charity. She was impressed by what she saw. She walked towards the door, and someone opened it for her before she got there, so she gave him a brilliant smile.