22-30 Jiskastya X Promise
From the outside, it looked like nothing so much as an old but well maintained brownstone building. The brick was in good repair, the old oak door glowed with polish in the yellow light of the streetlamp. The sun had only set a few minutes ago, and the whole street still glowed with the twilight color of dusk. Dark ivy, loosing the last glows of bright green in the fading light, climbed its way up one side, splitting around a window that looked in on a well-decorated sitting room, with rows of bookshelves and a coffee table, the whole room lit by a bright warm lamp.
Inside, a tall man with short brown hair puttered about, straitening out the books, pulling one down, and then placing it on the table, then putting it back on the shelf. He is clearly waiting for someone, and the waiting is driving him to menial tasks, so as to not drive him to simple impatience. He plumps the pillow on the armchair, but darts around suddenly at the sound of an approaching car.
A bright yellow taxi pulls up on the street outside, and comes to a stop. He grins broadly, certain that this will be his guest, and briskly walks from the room to the front door. It was polite, if you knew a guest was coming, to be ready to greet them before they even had to ring the doorbell.