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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 22:31:47 GMT
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the final sacrifice | Maribelle sighed a little bit as the restaurant she was supposed to be at came into view. She had been set up on some kind of blind date, with a guy she had been told was “totally nice,” “super cute,” and “a great guy.” How accurate these statements were, however, she would soon find out for herself. Truthfully, she wasn’t that excited about this whole ordeal; blind dates weren’t really her preferred method of meeting men. More likely than not you’d probably end up with someone you didn’t like or just couldn’t connect with, and then it’d just be a really awkward dinner.
Still, she did her best to look look nice, wearing one of her more casual (but still a bit fancy) dresses and pulling her hair into a half-updo, soft orange curls falling down her back and over her shoulders. Her idea was to look nice enough, but not like she tried too hard for this date when she didn’t even know the guy.
The restaurant was nice enough -- not too cheap but not too expensive either. If she ended up having to pay for dinner, it thankfully didn’t look like it’d be too far out of her budget. A hostess cheerfully lead her to a table, where she sat herself down and waited for her date to arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 23:13:08 GMT
It was a simple job - Frank took the place, answered the questions, and look, the guy even gave him something nice to wear. He walked into the restaurant with it on - a long black trench coat, his usually unkept hair neat, a la mode, and his shirt was classy and minimal. He shrugged off the coat at the entrance and carried it with him, checked the time, frowned - he was late - looked around, and found the young woman who met the description fairly easily.
He walked up behind her, and took his seat opposite her, excusing himself continuously.
"I apologise for being late." He laughed nervously - it was all part of the charm. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Now his coat sat on the back of his chair and Frank felt comfortable.
She had a fair face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 23:36:21 GMT
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frozen in headlights
it seems i've made
the final sacrifice | Several minutes went by, and her date hadn’t shown up yet. Maribelle drummed her fingernails on the wooden table impatiently, hoping he wasn’t going to stand her up. How embarrassing would that be? Thankfully the waitress had come over with the menus before she could think about it too much and talk herself out of staying here. The cheerful woman took her drink order and left her alone with the menu, which she glanced over, though not entirely reading it.
He is not making a very good first impression, she thought grumpily.
Before the redhead had much more time to stew about it, she caught a figure coming to sit across from her over the top of her menu, and looked up at him, smiling one of her sweet little smiles as he apologized to her and laughed nervously. He was kind of charming, but he still had to make up for being late in her mind.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you too,” she replied, still smiling and easily hiding her thoughts. “I’m Maribelle.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 12:16:46 GMT
He fought the itch to play with the sleeves of his suit jacket - how long was it since he last wore one of those bad boys? He drunk in the atmosphere to forget it though, the quiet, calm atmosphere, the dimmed lights, tasteful decor, and on any other day he'd be worrying about the bill.
He offered her a hand with an easy smile. "I'm Franklin. But Frank is good." He eyed the menus, one placed in front of her and the other placed in front of him.
"Any idea what to order?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 22:28:31 GMT
Maribelle smiled and took his hand when he offered it. "Frank it is then," she replied before releasing it and turning to look down at the menu laid in front of her. She picked it up and opened it, scanning the options. The girl had never eaten at this restaurant before, so she wasn't sure what they had that was good.
"Hmm, I'm not sure yet," she replied, glancing up at him for a moment.
There were plenty of options that looked good, but she eyed the prices a little warily. Honestly, she didn't want to splurge too much on a date she wasn't sure would go well or not. He could be a gentleman who offered to pay for her, but she wasn't even sure of that, so she had to at least be prepared to pay if she had to.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 20:31:40 GMT
His finger traced the words promising tasteful yet un-plentiful meal choices. Ah, right.
"Don't worry about paying. Can't expect a lady to foot such an impressive bill. I'm sure you've got bigger things to worry about." He smiled earnestly, feeling too down for a playful wink. The guy he was taking over from was pretty lenient on the cash department, and it was money for the little date, after all.
The menu, he found, the majority contained a lot of French cuisine. He smiled to himself - the wine selection seemed pretty good also. He folded his menu with a final sign of conviction.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 0:42:59 GMT
Maribelle smiled as he said that. At least he was being a gentleman. She supposed she could let him pay for her meal since he did keep her waiting, so she glanced over the menu items again. A lot of things that were listed sounded delicious, but finally she settled on one.
“I think I'll have the fillet mignon,” the redhead decided, folding up her menu and smiling over at the man across from her. Her eyes studied him for a little as she did so. He was handsome enough for her, and that was enough to give him a chance. She wasn't shallow, no, she just had certain standards. Doesn't everyone?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 18:28:13 GMT
"Fillet mignon, hm? It's a fair choice for a mignon lady like yourself." He had to hold in chuckles at his own joke - he'd been accused of being egocentric before for liking his own albeit uncool jokes. "Désolé, my sense of humour isn't what it used to be." Remain charming, god damn it Frank.
"I think I'll go for steak." He nodded to himself. "How about wine to share? Or would you care for something else?"
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