Enigma tucked an errant red curl up into the mass of curls on top of her head, getting annoyed with it as she used her foot to open the coffee shop door. She had been having an on going war with this curl for most of and day and finally gave up in frustration, releasing the pins that held up her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back and shoulders, eyes scanning the small crowd for her date.
Spotting Damon...or at least a man who resembled his pictures on the com, she headed over to him, pulling her hair up into a ponytail, giving up on pinning it all as she sat down, smiling at him and tossing the ponytail over her shoulder. “I hope you weren't waiting long,” she said, scooting across the seat so he still had a view of everything around, ignoring how much having her back to the door made her back itch.