12-17-2014, 07:25 PM
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Hinkypunk
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2
| Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: We apologise again for Howard. >.< Quote:
Originally Posted by Talikins It was under her sister's begging that Erin had been convinced into this matchmaking scheme. Her sisters deal had been that she'd apply herself too, yet either way that didn't make Erin feel any better about it. She disliked the unknown and considering the story with her ex-fiance well let's just say her mind was not fully recovered in the trust of men area.
An hour though, or two? How bad could that be? She'd do it if she had to. It wasn't like she was expected to ever see this man again, whomever he was. Before she'd know it the night would be over and she'd be in bed with her usual historic book or the history channel tuned on. Her comfort zone was only two hours away; she would be alright.
With a breathe in and then out, the brunette crossed the road and made her way to the restaurant. She almost entered but decided to take another few moments outside before doing such. She was after all a few minutes early. Punctual, yes, but perhaps too much at times? There were times when Howard Constantine just wanted to stay at home and curl up into the foetal position on his comfy sofa and pretend he didn't exist. Now, was one of those times. His brother had thought it would be a wonderful idea to apply to a dating agency on behalf of the widower, reasoning that he should get out there more. He was a goo---uh.. not bad looking chap, with his own home and a steady job. He was quite the catch, right?
Howie had spent the last three hours practicing the calming breathing technique his therapist had shown him...
('Eyes closed... deeeeeep breath in through the nose..
-hold for a moment or two...
-aaaaaaaand out through the mouth... ahhh...')
..to keep himself from having an all out panic attack..
Unaware that his date-to-be was standing close by, he lingered outside the restaurant, fidgeting nervously with his wedding ring.. He looked skyward, mumbling something, and then slipped the ring off and slid it into his pocket. He didn't feel like he was betraying his wife, as he didn't want to be here (He was only here out of politeness. What sort of a gentleman would stand up a lady?), but his beloved was a conversation he didn't wish to have tonight. Rest her soul.
Another deeeeep calming breath..
And another.
He should go inside really. Yes, yes.. that would be a plan..
Just a few more moments to calm his nerves first...... |
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