Despite already determining a time and meeting place Emily wasn't necessarily [I]prepared[/I] to arrive yet. Or to leave the house, really. The woman slipped out of the bed of her overnight lover for the night, still drunkenly passed out despite Emily's excited talking into her phone. She rolled her eyes, new drinkers were always such lightweights and seemed to be able to sleep through a bomb if it were before noon. She squirmed out of his arms, grabbing her jeans from next to the bed and slipped them on before noting the man's wallet on the nightstand. She opened up, a little ball of excitement forming inside her to see the man carried cash, a decent amount at that. She pulled out 2 crisp $20 notes, rolling them up and tucking them into her back pocket. [color=darkturquoise]"Thanks for buying me brunch, sweetie,"[/color] she whispers with a chuckle, slipping on her V-neck black top before leaving the house.

10 minutes late. She made it to the cafe 10 minutes late, but not drunk, which she reckoned Jordan should be appreciative of that. Well, not drunk [I]yet[/I]. Nonetheless, she arrived at the cafe, spotting the other redhead almost immediately. It's be hard to miss hair as bright as Jordan's. She remembered the woman's slightly groggy voice from the call earlier. [color=darkturquoise]"Good morning, sleepyhead! Do I have a proposition for you!"[/color] Emily greets her, slipping into the chair across from her