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“ – Sorry, sorry, I know I’m late.” She could be absolutely and accurately be described as a tornado with bright green eyes and red hair as she hurried to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the table, dropping a binder on the restaurant table’s surface and her bag onto the ground. “I got wrapped up in paperwork and I really wanted to finish before I left; I didn’t want to have to go back.” She’d much rather wrap things up for the day than have to try to pick up where she left off. Besides, she’d spent her entire day buried in paperwork because tomorrow was for outreach work so she wouldn’t have time to play catch up. And well. She was perpetually at least five minutes late and that was on a good day. A really good day, actually.
Scooting her chair in a little, Mary Jane moved the binder out of the way and onto the floor as well with her bag. “So while I’m late, that means I have nothing else on my schedule for today and I am all yours for however long you're free.” There was a smile there, curved onto signature red-painted lips. “Also, hey. Good to see you.”