Make Up [p;Britt]
With an intake of breath, Nicholas tapped lightly on the door that he hoped Britt was already waiting behind. Hoping his overzealous punctuality wouldn't be off putting, he let his hand fall to his side, knuckles clenching as his hand shaped a fist. It had been quite some times since he'd allowed himself to take an outing of any sort since he moved to Washington. He'd had plenty of social life when he lived in New York from what he could remember, but he rarely left his apartment now unless it was to deliver an article or pick up checks from the Times. Or go out to eat in order to write an article in general. He'd let Lenora talk him into going to a couple of the joints together, but apart from that, he often avoided social contact. It was easy and he liked easy. It's why he chose Washington. It was slower than New York and things were simpler. There were a few moments before he heard movement on the other side of the door and once he did, she straightened up as much as possible, waiting for the door to swing in. "Good morning."
