Bleary-eyed Monic opened up her email and clicked on the first thing she saw.<i>Oh hey, look at that.</i>thought Monic,<i>I'm expecting a visitor anytime between…</i>She checked the clock. Oh look at that, she'd overslept again. It was just after 11.<i>Five minutes ago and two this afternoon. Grand.</i>Yawning, stretching her arms and back, she lazily crawled into fresh clothes– skinny blue jeans and tight-ish black t-shirt, looked in her mirror, tousled, un-tousled and retousled her hair. She yawned again and walked over to the bathroom, did her dailies and walked out looking, if not feeling, slightly fresher.<br/><br/>She prepared some cereal, sat down, devoured it, hopped back up the stairs and put on her least fierce boots and most professional belt. She shook out her head for the last time, and the doorbell rang. For a moment, she hesitated, then forced her eyes open, tried to smile, and gradually made her way to the front door. She peered through the peep hole at the bloke standing outside.<i>Hello, Max. I hope you're pleasant.</i>she thought. She opened the front door and managed a light smile: not creepy, nor morose. Professional. She reached out her hand to the guy standing on her doorstep. "Max? Pleased to meet you." she said, chipper demeanour finally kicking in.