Alicia had, for once, decided to forgo her usual jeans and sneakers in favour of something a bit more dressed up. She’d been at Crimson once before, and felt seriously underdressed. This time she felt better prepared. Seeing as there were several floors and she had no idea who she was meeting she’d decided to stay on the first floor. Alicia was sitting in a booth, legs crossed and slightly uncomfortable in the red dress she was wearing. Her eyes were on the entrance and she followed everyone with an interested look. So far it seemed that no one was there to meet her. “Five minutes until I’m officially being stood up,” she mumbled to herself.