 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Howard was too nervous to notice the look of shock on his prospective date's face. His clammy hands clasped together in front of him, shoulders hunched making his six-foot-four-inches-of-tall make him look.. well, still tall.. but not as tall..
Oh, to be cursed with such an affliction! Howard envied the short people of this world. They were much better equipped to shrink into the background and not be seen.
It was her! Oh! Thank goodness for small mercies.
“Ms Erin, it's.. a pleasure to make your ac-acquaintance.” Howard unclasped his hands, and quicky shook her hand.. then shoved his hands deep into his ill-fitting, loose cord, trouser pockets. “P-please call me Howard.” He rocked on the balls of his feet a little. A nervous thing he did, not even realising he was doing it.
Thank Merlin she wasn't a hugger. Howard's application had specifically stated he liked boundaries. No invasion into his personal space please.
What now?
This was awkward.
“Shall we?” He gestured in a small clumsy little motion toward the tables. 'Go and sit.'
And get this over with. |