Sen

Bao Yu was late. Very late. After her agent practically threatened her to meet this celebrated architect, it had taken her an hour to decide what she should wear. The young recluse had too many clothes for one who never spent time with people, and this meeting was an anomaly to her. When studying a person, should she dress for a business meeting or a meeting with a friend? After finally deciding on that, it took her another hour just to get herself out of the door. The thought of a stranger waiting for her in a crowded, unfamiliar area almost induced a panic attack. Her anxiety was obvious in the shaking of her legs on the subway to Chinatown, the jerky movements of her hands as she flipped through her notebook, and the mistakes she made reading the map. By the time she finally found the Chinese restaurant they were meeting in, she was almost an hour late. Upon entering the restaurant, her eyes were drawn to a very tall male in a slightly secluded booth smoking a cigarette. She stared for a minute before realizing she had to find the architect. Shaking her head, she reached into her bag for her phone, only to drop it. A soft whine fell from her lips as she picked it up with a shaky hand and found the picture of the (surely to be angry at her tardiness) architect. Her shaking grew slightly worse when she realized the architect she was meeting was the male she'd been staring at. She gulped as she made her way towards him, distracting herself by noting all of the exits, bathrooms and kitchen entrances. When she reached the table, she immediately bowed and apologized, "I'm so sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding the-" She slowly rose with her hands cradling her forehead, which she'd hit on the table after bowing. "I'm very sorry...," she mumbled again.