Running late to your first date with someone wasn't good, huh? Only Junia had an excellent excuse because the
first skirt she'd wanted to wear had been claimed by Prince Charlie as a bed, she'd
misplaced the second, and the
third didn't match the top she'd originally intended to wear. That meant a new skirt, a new top, and
then finding shoes to match! To say it'd been a hectic morning was a biiiiiig understatement.
When she finally arrived, the third year was breathless from running down High Street and her
hat was practically falling off her head. Way to make a graceful entrance, she knew. Plucking the hat from her head, the brunette looked around and
that's when she spotted him.
"Sam!" ...That was kind of loud, oops! Her smile was sheepish as she moved closer, nervous excitement filling her up to the brim.
"What I meant to say was hello Sam, nice to see you. You look really handsome." And not so loudly this time, obviously.
Hi. Here. Ready for a proper date.