<em>Anastazja Brokowska arriving.</em><br/><br/>Ana had walked down the sidewalk a short ways before coming back. She did that a few times actually. On one of her returns, the door opened to allow a redhead to exit the studio followed by a dark haired woman. The European was slightly taken aback by the affection shown between the two women, but could obviously tell that it was more than a mere friendship. Ana had learned that Americans weren’t as open in their friendliness as Europeans were, so by deduction, it was more than just friends. The redhead continued leaving while the second woman turned to Ana and smiled, opening the door for her. The European returned the smile and entered the building. “<strong>Thank you, very much,</strong>” she said to the woman, her accent thick.<br/><br/>Soon, there were multiple other people that she didn’t know entering the building. The only person the woman recognized was Alina, the owner of Waxing Rhapsodic. Naturally, that being the situation, Ana headed for the woman. At the moment, she seemed to be in a conversation with a woman when a man walked up and left. He passed by her while she was headed towards Alina. The European couldn’t help but stop and turn to look at him. There was a certain air around him. Ana shook her head to gather her thoughts and went up to Alina.  “<strong>Excuse me, I’m Anastazja. I spoke vith you on the phone the other night. Pleasure to meet you, though I am a bit lost here. I’m sorry.</strong>” Ana kept her smile, more comfortable now when talking to someone she recognized and in a more professional than social manner.<br/>