Be Embarrassed
A colorful Person opens the door and gives you a sort of sour smile. Your eyes strive to make sense of the cascade of pastel Hues defining Hair and Clothes. Not just any Clothes, but an exquisite Dress, more perfectly crafted than any you have never seen. For just a moment you forget your worry about being Dreadfully Late, and instead your Visual Appetite absorbs the sight.
Pale Green, Powder Blue, and Pearl Pink. You say that alliterative list in your mind, but it comes out your lips too, just barely. Ordinarily the popping plosives of such a phrase would make it sound unsophisticated and simplistic to you, but you make it a gentle, tripping tumble of contacts, barely interrupting your exhalation.
From the outside tho it prolly just seems like you are kind of like, sighing while dumbly opening and closing your mouth, buhh buh buhhh.
Colorful Person, looking slightly alarmed, or maybe slightly amused?: “Anise Vanda?”
Anise: “Yes! I’m Dreadfully Late! I mean. I’m terribly sorry if I am! Dreadfully Late.”
Colorful Person, gently: “Please come in. I’m Nolle.”