Nervous. That word didn't even properly describe what the man was feeling right now. It was actually far from it. More like.. anxious. And he might or might not be feeling anxiety. Certainly, this was a scary thing for him. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he had signed up. But he knew that he couldn't skip it. That'd be mean and quite unfair to the woman he would be meeting.

His hands tugged at the insides of his pocket, playing with it and wrapping it in between each of his fingers in turn. Wes stood at the entrance, knowing he was awfully early- though he really didn't know what to do. His brown eyes nervously scanned the room, not knowing what the woman looked like- nor how to find her. But as an obvious clue for his reason here, he held the letter he had received with the woman's name along with the address. Maybe she'd notice when she arrived..

If she wasn't already here that was.

Hadley had received the letter saying she had a date at the Art Museum. The ghosts of her family had told her to apply, but she really didn't want to. She didn't think anyone could be like her, or be interested in the same things - so she didn't think they would ever get back to her about a date. The gentleman that she had been set up with must be someone she would like, she thought.

She spent all day getting ready because she couldn't decide what she wanted to wear. She was even having a lot of trouble keeping herself focused on going to the date, rather than cancelling. She was just so nervous, she thought it was a bad gut feeling. Wearing her red dress and her white shoes, with a small black jacket, she ascended the stairs to the museum. Then something horrible crossed her mind - WHO was she looking out for? They had never had any contact before, how did she know who it was?

Wesley glanced around nervously, with a bit more panic as the moments passed. Yes, he was still a bit early and his blind date was probably not here yet. Though, it couldnt hurt to try and see if maybe possibly she was? He sighed, not liking to come out of his shell too often, but decided he would need to if he was ever going to find this woman.

Softly, the man spoke up. "Ermm.. H-Hadley Willowgrass?" he stuttered at no one in particular, eyes now glancing about wildly. Maybe he was wrong.. Maybe she wasn't here. Maybe- Maybe she wasn't even coming at all. Or maybe this was some sort of cruel joke for those who were left single on Valentines day. The man sighed at the thought.

She stood just left of the entrance and smoothed out her dress, tugging it in places to make sure it was nice and neat. The made sure her bag was closed so that nobody would reach in and steal anything. Then she lifted her head and looked around. She spotted someone who was looking... could it be? He was looking all around at faces. Could this be the man who she was to be meeting?

"Ermm.. H-Hadley Willowgrass?"

Her heart leapt in her chest. SHE was Hadley Willowgrass. Trying not to go pink, she slowly moved her feet in his direction. She hoped he would see her walking towards him and stop looking. She didn't like sneaking up on people because being scared was not a good feeling. Her heels were making a slight clicking noise on the ground as she walked up towards him, and she put a small smile on her face.

His eyes darted from female to female, careful not to linger. Would he ever find this girl? Was he doomed to be alone for the rest of his life? Honestly, that's how it seemed to him right this instant. He just.. he didn't understand it. OH! Maybe the girl had saw him and heard him, but decided that he was definitely not her type and had run off? THAT seemed logical. Afterall, he wasn't overly observant, so he probably wouldn't notice if someone were to just.. slip out.

Sigh. He was really starting to freak himself out.

Wes' eyes fell down to his shoes, trying to calm himself down somewhat and think this through logically, which was proving to be quite the task for the man. But soon enough, a nice soft clicking sound of what he assumed to be heels was growing steadily louder. His head lifted and his eyes immediately met the gaze of a woman. Was this her? Could it be?

"H-H-Hadley Willowgrass?" He repeated uncertainly.

Her small mile grew bigger with each step, until she saw him look at her. He must have realised that she was the girl he was waiting for. He was, after all, the man she was waiting for. Then he said her name again, yes - this is definitely him. Well, unless it was a friend of his coming to cancel... she beat that thought out of her head quickly. No, she didn't think people would be that cruel.

When she finally stopped just in front of him she smiled brightly, "Hello, yes I'm Hadley," she said, holding out her hand.

The man quickly shoved the paper back into his pockets, twiddling his thumbs nervously as the woman came closer. It had to be her, didn't it? There was no other explanation for a woman coming to see him. None at all. Right? So.. it had to be her. And after all, what were the odds of another girl named Hadley Willowgrass at the museum right this very moment? Slim to none.

But once she finally reached him, he nervous smile appeared on his face. So, this was her, was it? He took her hand gently and shook. "It's um er.. Nice to meet you. I'm um.. I'm Wesley. Wesley er.. Todd. Wesley Todd." He stuttered out.

Hadley let a nervous giggle escape her mouth. She got the impression he was almost as nervous as she was. Well, he appeared more nervous.

"Hi Wesley," she said smiling, "So... do you like art?" Well, she didn't know if he had organised the place or if it was Matchmaker, Matchmaker and their service, but she was so relieved it was here. She didn't fancy going on a Magic Carpet Ride or anything like that.