Juliana Westerly
Juliana smiled as she was ushered in and sat down at the table, well this was awkward, especially since it didn't look like Ade was done cooking. She hated sitting and having nothing to do, especially since everyone else looked like they were doing something, or attempting too in any case. The smell of bacon coming from the kitchen made her stomach growl. It was the one thing that made all the other models look at her weird, she actually liked to eat, and Saturday was her cheat day. Her diet would suffer greater with just breakfast, but she always could run an extra mile or go to the gym tomorrow, that was if she really cared.
She couldn't starve herself like some others did, the notion was just ridiculous to her. She got up from the table after she remember she had biscotti with her. She slipped into the kitchen, hopefully unnoticed, and put in where she could find a empty space. She heard voices and turned to see first Zachary, then Misery and Lance come into the apartment. So she was definitely not sitting down now, Zachary was the only guy who fascinated and scared her death. Not only did she think he was crazy, but he drank to much; yet he was nice to everyone, so at least he wasn't one of those mean drunks. The other one, she noticed him looking, but didn't think anything of it, she didn't remember if she had met him or not; or at least his name had escaped her for some reason. She was going to wait nearer the kitchen, and ask about maybe finished setting the table or something, when she noticed that Misery had sort of fallen asleep in the doorway. She saw Lance get up to help, and she turned to see if she could locate the coffee.
"I'll get it," she said as she located the coffee machine and poured a cup.
She didn't want Misery to drop it in her half asleep state so she handed it Lance as he got nearer. "Let me know if I can help with anything, like putting some silverware on the table or something." She was talking to the occupants of the kitchen at that moment, and she slipped out, but still didn't regain her seat at the table. Instead she was trying to make it look she was enjoying the view from the windows, oddly enough it was about the same view she had from her own windows so it wasn't like she was staring at anything new.