Caitlin was indeed downstairs. There was a lot of work to do to close down her store properly for the night, and she was going to do... about half of it.<br/><br/>She closed out the register, set aside her meager earnings for a drop to the bank in the morning, tallied up the items she sold to help her count the store's inventory later in the week, and went about shutting up the windows and pulling down the front window shades. She was doing a few final steps when she heard Kizzy's voice.<br/><br/>"Yep! I'm here."<br/><br/>Cait washed the day off her hands in the small shop bathroom and headed back towards the small backroom that lead to her new neighbor's apartment. That made her smile a little - not being as alone as she had been that morning. She smiled as she saw Kizzy - she figured the woman who be equally as eclectic but nicely dressed for dinner. And suddenly, Caitlin felt a bit under-dressed.<br/><br/>She had always felt a bit plane and straight. Sure she had curves, but they were divided along her long lean torso ..so they often got lost in her height. To offset that she often wore flats or sandals - like tonight. Some tan sandals with little glued gems adorning the straps peeked out from a pair of faded light pink jeans that she had owned since before colored jeans were cool again. Her torso was swimming in a white button up blouse tucked into her pants and a dark blue ribbon was intertwined in a braid in her hair. Though that was decorative and functional as her long pale red hair often got into anything she attempted to eat. A long teardrop pendant necklace and pale pink lip gloss on her lips and she was ready to walk out the door.<br/><br/>Well, she had remembered that she had forgotten about the key as well. It was hanging on a beaded chain as she passed it over to Kizzy. "Sorry, it's a little bulky." And indeed it was. Larger than most keys, it was old and made of wrot iron. Although the keyhole was long and not overly complicated, the key had a double sided head that Cait imagined opened more than one door (Not that she had found a second locked door in either apartment). "Just be careful with it, I don't have an extra and there is no way I'm asking the landlord about any random old keys he may have lying around." She laughed, that was another half joke / half casual hint about how secretive she felt they needed to be least the landlord find out about the sublet.<br/><br/>Well, and Caitlin really didn't think there would be anyone that could actually make a replacement for that key anyway. "So... Mongolian Barbeque. Lead the way!"