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Talikins · 12-18-2014, 01:40 PM

Text Cut: Poor little thing though! I love him no matter what <3

Her foot was almost through the door when Erin caught a glimpse of a man pulling off a wedding ring whilst muttering to himself. She frowned slightly as it gave her another reminder why men were never to be trusted. They were such cheats, anyone, anytime and in her ex-fiance's case any gender. It was a pity, it really was.

The brunette continued in her tracks trying to forget about what she had just seen. It had nothing to do with her and whomever that man had been, well it was his loss that he were to cheat in such a way. Hopefully the man she'd meet today would be tremendously more decent than that, a man with dignity of his heart.

A skim and scan was taken inside looking for a single man walking around, or even seated yet she saw none. Was she to wait for him standing or was she to seat herself? It had been much too long since her last date and she had a clueless mind as to what the man she'd be meeting would expect, as well as a clueless mind to the fact that the man she'd seen was her blind date for that night...

A quick last breathe and then she stood by the door, as she took off her jacket and held it on her left forearm. This way she'd at the very least spot him easily, or perhaps embarrass herself by asking every man that walked through the door whether he was here for her or not. The latter did not sound comforting and so she kept her mouth closed, her arms crossed and her feet together.

Mystery man would look around for her, he should, shouldn't he?

12-18-2014, 01:40 PM	#167 (permalink)
Talikins Doxy Join Date: Mar 2011 Location: South Africa GMT+2 Posts: 5,829 Hogwarts RPG Name: William McLuen Sixth Year x5 x5	Talikins\|Huffledor\|Purple\|Ted Velvet\| \|Lochnessie\|Redhead\|Bladger\|⅓ Ferocious Trio Text Cut: Poor little thing though! I love him no matter what <3 Quote: Originally Posted by noodles 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...... Her foot was almost through the door when Erin caught a glimpse of a man pulling off a wedding ring whilst muttering to himself. She frowned slightly as it gave her another reminder why men were never to be trusted. They were such cheats, anyone, anytime and in her ex-fiance's case any gender. It was a pity, it really was. The brunette continued in her tracks trying to forget about what she had just seen. It had nothing to do with her and whomever that man had been, well it was his loss that he were to cheat in such a way. Hopefully the man she'd meet today would be tremendously more decent than that, a man with dignity of his heart. A skim and scan was taken inside looking for a single man walking around, or even seated yet she saw none. Was she to wait for him standing or was she to seat herself? It had been much too long since her last date and she had a clueless mind as to what the man she'd be meeting would expect, as well as a clueless mind to the fact that the man she'd seen was her blind date for that night... A quick last breathe and then she stood by the door, as she took off her jacket and held it on her left forearm. This way she'd at the very least spot him easily, or perhaps embarrass herself by asking every man that walked through the door whether he was here for her or not. The latter did not sound comforting and so she kept her mouth closed, her arms crossed and her feet together. Mystery man would look around for her, he should, shouldn't he?