Evelyn pursed her lips in nervous habit as she awaited a reply to her call. She tapped the counter's bell twice more and glanced down at her watch in irritation. She wasn’t angry with the printing shop, oh no, her hate fueled rage was towards her Supervisor, John Buckett. A real prick of a man who liked to make her run a mile for just an inch of respect in the Office. “The damn meeting will start in two minutes, wouldn’t be able to make it even if I ran.” She sighed and tapped the bell again. “Heeellllooooo~” It takes a few minutes before a slightly frantic voice yells from the back that he’d be right there. “Okay then.” She replied bobbing her head up in down due to the catchy elevator music the lobby was playing, '<span style="font-style: italic">Bet this music gets repetive after awhile. I'd go nuts!</span>', and began running her tongue over her teeth to pick out any rogue tofu bits. Sure enough a moving stack of boxes approached her.<br/><br/>She raised a delicate red brow at the sight and gave a low whistle. Suddenly she was curious to meet the man behind the boxes because the voice she heard in the back certainly didn’t sound like it came from a muscled brute. "Ah, I'm Xin Jun Piao, sorry to keep you waiting, they’re printing right now. Do wait a moment?" said a young Asian man, rather tall for his origins as he stood around the same height as her. Maybe a few centimeters taller. He had a pleasant enough face and flavorful hair. The manners he showed earned him points immediately from the Column Journalist. She tried to place his accent as she quickly glanced over his clothing, trying to get the details about the Asian through his wear.  A habit she picked up after too many Sherlock books and shows.<br/><br/>“Xin Jun Piao, that’s how you say it correct? Is it Korean or something else?” She says his name out loud again, sounding it out carefully as to not get it wrong and then politely bows her head back. “Pleasure. And yes, I can wait a bloody moment. My Supervisor is busy filling the seat of a meeting I desperately wanted to go to as I play the role of his faithful fetching dog. Prat.” She growls tugging on a piece of her flaming hair. Her steel-blue eyes glaring daggers at a cheesy printing poster with talking paper-clips.  “Sorry about being so bitchy. I just can’t stand the guy and if you’ve ever met him you'd loathe him too. But of course you haven’t met him! You work in a Print Shop and the guy wouldn’t DARE scuff his ugly leather shoes to walk a few blocks to this store. Ugh, that sounded rude. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude about you working in a print shop. I-I’m sure it’s very engaging….annndd I’m just gonna shut my big trap. Sorry.”<br/><br/>She groaned after one of her big monologues.'<span style="font-style: italic">I’m such a chatterbox. Learn to shut up Evie!</span>' She cursed mentally flashing him an awkward smile while undoing her coat.