Talia

*Talia enters the restaurant, and the person at the front immediately knows who she's here to meet, unless there's someone else coming who uses a wheelchair. Talia is led to where her date is waiting, and as she approaches, she says,* "Sorry if I'm a few minutes late; my chair just did not want to foldup as I was leaving the house." *She offers her hand with a bright smile.* "I'm Talia, but I'm guessing you figured that out already."