Fujiko's stylish pink heels, which had straps of the same color running up her lovely, skin-colored legs, made clacking sounds against the fake wooden flooring, the 60-watt light bulbs from the grocery store down the street which was a big name with it's own chain making them shine prettily. The hotel room's wallpaper was a wondrous mix of cream--the light cream--and generic brown, in a pattern in which flowers were falling in an endless cycle. It gave the room's visitors a magical dream-like feeling. The ceiling was slightly less magical, being only a smooth, bland white. She brushed a strand of glorious brunette hair, with just a touch of red, behind her ear, the hair rubbing against her polished nails that, while she would never admit it, only cost 50 dollars.
"Good morning, Fujiko," Lupin greeted her in a normal voice, his lips moisturized by brand name lip balm. In the background was the dripping noise of the coffee machine in the process of making them plain coffee. It was dripping into the container which would be used to serve it, as coffee machines usually did. She took particular notice in the fact that it was not making suction sounds, meaning it wasn't almost done. Disappointed, she sat herself on the couch opposite of the gentleman theif that she had worked with for many years that appeared to have just a slight crush on her. Much like Lupin's, the couch was off-white, and much like him, she didn't know that it had come from a sale from a small shop on 53th street in New York that was owned by a couple the hotel owner was friends with, because it was furnished before they got there.
The off-white color went well with her dress. It was the same pink as her shoes, reaching down to her knees. It looked slightly wrinkled now that she was sitting down. She looked at the thiefy man's position, the way he was laying on the couch as if it were a bed, which it wasn't. The way his feet were resting on the armrest must have been uncomfortable, she mused to herself. His feet were wearing fancy Italian-ey shoes like normally, and his pants were dark black because the white is kind of weird looking. His jacket was red, and he had a tie on, but the author hadn't yet decided on the color, and he had his French blue button-up shirt, but you couldn't really see it because his arms were crossed.
She blinked, her long eyelashes, coated with mascara, touching the bottom lashes, and once again separated. Her lips, glittering with pink lipstick just a few shades off from the rest of her ensemble, parted slightly before she spoke. "Hello, Lupin."
And thus, Arsene Lupin III and Fujiko Mine had greeted eachother on that fine morning that had just the faint smell of rain because it had rained the night before, but only for a few minutes, and only in a light drizzle, so it wasn't that noticable.