She had been grading papers, lounging around her apartment in a pair of holey jeans and a men's white t-shirt. She had eaten dinner, a quick salad and a diet coke about an hour before and was now knee deep in the blast at Chernobyl and the resulting effects on the countryside and the rest of the world. The paper was well written, a nice change from the paper just previous which was about the effects of global warming. It was obvious the student had just seen Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth" and knew how to regurgitate slogans; he would not be passing her course. As she turned the page, she glanced up at the clock, "Murda! [shit]" she exclaimed realizing she had just under an hour to get ready for her date with the famous vampire.<br/><br/>She wrote her last few comments before placing the paper neatly back into her briefcase. She rose quickly, undressing as she strode to her shower. She turned on the water, walked back to her bedroom, picking out a pair of tight black jeans with a rose vines embossed down the sides, a white strapless blouse to show off her tan, only the incisor puncture scars to remind her of the attack on her otherwise bronze shoulder, a pair of soft dark brown leather boots, one of her many pairs, a woman can never have too many boots, right?<br/><br/>She returns to the bathroom, the mirrors covered in steam and steps into the shower, the hot water cascading down her ample curves. She washes, her soap a mixture of lavender and sandalwood, as she glides the bar down her body, she is lost in the heat of the drops spilling down her body. Her sense of urgency returns suddenly and she washes her hair, running her fingers through it to remove any knots. Reluctantly she leaves the shower, drying with a large terry cloth towel; she takes some time working with her hair, making sure their natural wave looks perfect before dressing.<br/><br/>Dressed and ready to leave, she makes a last minute adjustment, adding a large silver and black opal choker to her outfit. She grabs her leather jacket and helmet, leaving her humble apartment for the tea house. She sprints down the stairs, vaulting the last flight to the garage. There, she straddles her pitch black Kawasaki sports bike, puts on her helmet and brings her beast to life with a loud roar. She tears out the garage, the already darkened city flying by as she rides to the Tea house, her heart aflutter in anticipation of her meeting with Senfeng. She smiles, as they are already on a first name basis and she cannot wait to gaze upon him again, talk of their respective professions.<br/><br/>She arrives just minutes before the appointed time, smiling at herself for being punctual despite her procrastination, she parks the bike in a nearby parking space, removes the helmet, shaking out her wavy dark brown hair and enters the Tea House. Upon entering, the proprietor recognizes her despite having only met her once and immediately takes her helmet and jacket. She smiles at the audible gasp of a patron in the corner as he notes her beauty, as she is led to the private room. The proprietor stops at the closed door, rapping once before leaving her to await Senfeng's arrival.