Hestia stared at her closet and considered her options.

Most of her clothes were black. Black aged her, it made her seem more sophisticated, more deserving of respect. Not to mention the fact that you really couldn't go wrong with black- it looked good on everyone, except for the exceedingly pale, which Hestia wasn't. But she didn't want to wear black again, or he would start to think she was mourning someone perpetually. Not a good impression to leave someone with, even if they happened to be a friend. Therefore she had narrowed down her options to actual colors- red dress, blue dress, or...her eyes widened...green dress. With a smirk, she selected the sundress and shrugged. Might as well tap into her Slytherin roots, after all. She had worn nothing but green for seven years of her life, and had since avoided the color like the plague, but it was time to embrace it again. Especially since it made her murky greenish brown eyes stand out of her head, rich with color.

She made sure that no hairs were amiss in her somewhat loose updo and turned around to do one last back check (which every girl knew was very important). Hestia took a deep breath. She wasn't nervous, not at all. This was Rhett, for heaven's sake. Not the king of England (not that his majesty was very attractive or desirable) or some old crush that she needed to impress. Rhett already liked her (though in what way, she wasn't entirely certain), so there was really nothing to do but be herself and try to absorb something about astronomy. Not that that was the real reason for this get together at all, but it had provided them both with a non-awkward excuse to see each other again. Hestia shrugged the nervousness from her steadily tensing shoulders and tried not to think anything at all as the buzzer sounded.

She pondered the idea of just letting him in the building and making him come up...but that really was just annoying, especially since she doubted that Rhett was very familiar with the inner workings of the buzzer system. She exited the apartment, locking the door behind her, and started to go down the steps. She was going to be near breathless by the time she got to the bottom. Hestia paused before the last set to catch a puff of air and finally made it to the door. She smiled through the glass at her old friend and undid the lock, pulling the door open. She leaned against the side of the door frame for a moment to take in the sight of Rhett Doyle wearing the same color under his black jacket, though not the same hue. It was difficult to keep a laugh from escaping- they were of one mind when it came to clothes, it seemed.

"Good evening, Mister Doyle," she said, with mock formality. Then, with a quick flash of teeth, she dropped the air. "You clean up very nicely."