Her cheeky pink lips curled up smugly as she set down her wide-rimmed glass. She wore her hair in a stylish up-do, oriental pins holding it in place: every single hair in place, of course, because that was Annette. 'I was starting to think you were going to stand me up,' she went on, without a pause. 'But that would mean missing a meal, and we both know that's never gonna happen, eh?' Despite herself, Tanya felt her cheeks begin to darken. Nobody could do this to her quite like Annette. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she pulled out her chair and sat. It was a relief to get the weight off her feet: her thighs were still a little shaky from earlier. 'Nice to see you, too, Netty,' she responded wryly. She glanced around, taking in her surroundings. The restaurant was filling up steadily, but there were still a couple of free tables. Of course, Annette would have planned the dinner to the nth degree, even knowing exactly the best time to arrive: wait for atmosphere, but get in before the kitchen staff are run off their feet.
