Sally had hurried to get ready. She had been on patrol, and basically ran into the apartment to put on something nice (a pretty yellow dress should do the trick), and to freshen up her make-up and perfume. She didn't want to meet up with such a charming man looking like shit.

The cab pulls up to the MAC, and Sally exits, putting on a elegant jacket. She tells the driver to wait for a few minutes, and walks up the the entrance. She spots him waiting where he said he'll be: outside, in a rather fancy suit. Sally absentmindedly fixes her hair (which was down, for once) and earrings as she approaches him, taking in his overall appearance. The video on the comms did no justice, he was a handsome man. With a handsome accent. And to top it all off there was a rugged air to him, which made her weak in the knees.

Sally smiles, feeling like a silly little school girl as she holds out her hand to shake his. "Well, it's certainly a pleasure seeing you in the flesh, Mr. Sterling."