 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Howard let out that anxious laugh of his. No Ms. Message received loud and clear! “Erin.” He repeated with a nod of the head. “I-I must say, Erin, that i-is a very fetching dress you're wearing.” Compliments, yes, that's what his self-help book told him you should do when on a date. Make a young lady feel special. Plus, the dress was nice. The lady inside said dress was attractive too... not that Howard liked to look. He cleared his throat anxiously.
Howard followed the brunette, hands deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched and looking like a overgrown schoolboy who had got into trouble in class and was being sent to the headmaster's office.
He would have pulled the chair our for her but she was already sitting. He sat, feeling impolite for that.. and picked up the menu to scan it. “I-I haven't been on a date in years.” He mused, attempting small talk with the young lady sitting opposite. "Do-do you do this often, Ms?" |