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locker_rooms2015-04-26 10:24 am
katonking) wrote in locker_rooms2015-04-26 10:24 am
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closed » there's something so magic about you
[For the umpteenth time that week, Ema sat stewing and wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Here she was, with a tiny bit more make up on than usual, wearing something other than her lab coat overtop of her civilian clothes at some god forsaken hole in the wall bistro that her so called work friends had sent her to with the promise of 'going on the best blind date that she'd ever have'.
She didn't need to go on the 'best blind date ever'. She didn't even want to be on a date at all! And yet despite all of that and her stubborn will, there she was at the appointed time that she was supposed to meet this mystery man. Granted, there may have been some pushing and screaming as her coworkers shoved her from the confines of the precinct, snatching her swipe card away from her so she couldn't get back in, but she was still here and not at home sulking for the rest of the foreseeable weekend.
It wasn't like she hadn't dated before in the past. Ema had her fair share of dates and relationships, but her career and job had always come first. She had always had a game plan from the get go and dating and relationships, well boys in general, had always taken a back seat to that. She'd be lying if she said that it didn't make her slightly proud that she had stuck to her guns for the most part even in school. Was she lonely? No, not really. She had her work, she had a place to live and she had friends. Needing a boyfriend right now was still low on the priority list despite her coworkers attempts to set her up.
As she continued to stew on ways that she would make her coworkers lives miserable, Ema glanced at her watch only to realize that whoever this guy was, he was astronomically late. Okay, well. Not astronomically, but it was breaching the 15 minute mark and if he wasn't there soon she was going to order because goddamn it even if she was unhappy about being here, Ema had to admit that this place had good stuff on the menu.
Just as she picked up her menu again, already muttering to herself that she was going to order right then and there, screw this guy, the bell above the door rang out and a figure stepped into the quiet restaurant. Ema only bothered to look up out of habit, but when she did, her eyes narrowed and her annoyance rose because of course he had to walk into the restaurant. The last things he needed was his snide voice asking her if she was being held up. In an attempt to pretend like she had never seen him, Ema lifted the menu higher and slumped her shoulders, hoping to hide herself from view.
She really should have known that that wasn't going to work.]
She didn't need to go on the 'best blind date ever'. She didn't even want to be on a date at all! And yet despite all of that and her stubborn will, there she was at the appointed time that she was supposed to meet this mystery man. Granted, there may have been some pushing and screaming as her coworkers shoved her from the confines of the precinct, snatching her swipe card away from her so she couldn't get back in, but she was still here and not at home sulking for the rest of the foreseeable weekend.
It wasn't like she hadn't dated before in the past. Ema had her fair share of dates and relationships, but her career and job had always come first. She had always had a game plan from the get go and dating and relationships, well boys in general, had always taken a back seat to that. She'd be lying if she said that it didn't make her slightly proud that she had stuck to her guns for the most part even in school. Was she lonely? No, not really. She had her work, she had a place to live and she had friends. Needing a boyfriend right now was still low on the priority list despite her coworkers attempts to set her up.
As she continued to stew on ways that she would make her coworkers lives miserable, Ema glanced at her watch only to realize that whoever this guy was, he was astronomically late. Okay, well. Not astronomically, but it was breaching the 15 minute mark and if he wasn't there soon she was going to order because goddamn it even if she was unhappy about being here, Ema had to admit that this place had good stuff on the menu.
Just as she picked up her menu again, already muttering to herself that she was going to order right then and there, screw this guy, the bell above the door rang out and a figure stepped into the quiet restaurant. Ema only bothered to look up out of habit, but when she did, her eyes narrowed and her annoyance rose because of course he had to walk into the restaurant. The last things he needed was his snide voice asking her if she was being held up. In an attempt to pretend like she had never seen him, Ema lifted the menu higher and slumped her shoulders, hoping to hide herself from view.
She really should have known that that wasn't going to work.]