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[katonking]

[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.]

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[katonking]

[Shit. Shitshitshitshit-, it was such a rookie mistake and she knew it the minute that the words of protest had left her mouth. Giving her best stiff upper lip (which really, is just a pout if we're being honest), Ema took a quick glance around the restaurant to confirm what she already knew.

Dim lighting and couples as far as the eye could see.]

I'm on a date with myself. And it's quiet in here which is just what I need after a double shift at the precinct.

[Wasn't there a whole 'self-love' movement going on anyway? Treating yourself to dinner was always on those lists that were so obviously click bait. She needed to steer the topic of conversation away from herself fast.]

Anyway - why are you here? Who's the unfortunate soul?

[airguitarhero]

All by your lonesome? Then I suppose you wouldn't mind if I join you while I wait for my date, ja?

[He doesn't wait for her to reply though, promptly taking the seat immediately across her. Carefully, he places the rose on the table before turning his attention back to Ema. He props his elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly.]

Alas, I've yet to meet her. Though I'm certain that she will consider herself lucky being seen out with me. What's unfortunate is what the press may publish if I am seen out with her tonight. [Cue overly dramatic sigh.] It is regrettable that I am still plagued by paparazzi every once in a while even so long after the band's disbandment.

[katonking]

Wha - no!

[It was too late for her to say much else than that without calling too much attention to themselves and her shoulders slumped in partial defeat. Why did this have to happen to her? It's not like she wanted to actually go on this date with whoever the hell it was her coworkers had set her up with, but that didn't mean that this was the alternative.

Pointedly, she pushes herself away from the table an inch while rolling her eyes at the same time.]

I feel sorry for her already. She'd have to spend an entire dinner with you sighing about how hard your life is.

[airguitarhero]

I'm certain not everyone is of the same mind as you are, fräulein.

[Keeping an eye out for whoever he was meeting, Klavier scanned the restaurant for anyone who may be looking for him as well. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to be on the search for him.

A sigh escapes his lips.]

Although, it's a shame she is late. And here I thought I had given her enough time to arrive so she wouldn't embarass herself.

[katonking]

Yeah well they should be.

[It's half muttered under her breath and half not. Ema had learned a while ago that she could essentially get away with saying most things to Klavier without the risk of being fired. The chief had gotten wind of her dislike for the prosecutor and had reprimanded her only lightly for it saying that she needed to be more careful.

She obviously hadn't taken his advice to heart with the way that this was playing out.]

You always have to make a grand entrance, don't you? [With a sniff, she folded her arms squarely across her chest as she sat back in her chair.] She probably smelled your cologne a mile away and turned back.

[airguitarhero]

[There's no indication on whether Klavier had caught what Ema said. Instead, he notices something entirely different. Something that piqued his interest more than her comments ever would have.]

Am I sensing a hint of jealousy? You seem rather interested in my dinner plans, ja? If you wanted me to accompany you, all you have to do is ask.

[katonking]

Jealousy?

[The rational part of her knows not to get riled up when he says stupid, foppish things like that, but she can't help it. She's always been a knee-jerk reaction kind of girl (and sometimes that knee-jerk reaction involved kneeing somebody else in the stomach/groin) and even though she's certainly improved in keeping her cool around Klavier, she still has a long way to go.]

How did you even get that from what I just said?!

[And not that she even cared anymore, but where the hell was her date?]

[airguitarhero]

[Klavier couldn't help but chuckle at that. It was just so easy to rile her up, and he would be lying if he said that he didn't find amusement in her disgruntled expression. He brushes his hair away from his face, and places his elbows on the table, leaning ever closer toward Ema.]

You need not say what you're truly feeling, fräulein. I heard you loud and clear.

[katonking]

Can you also hear that I don't want to be speaking to right now too? Because that's when I'll be impressed.

[She's practically gritting her teeth now and her fingers are gripping the menu with such a fierce grip that it's actually creasing. Her anger is momentarily diverted when her cellphone buzzes and she rips it out with such ferocity that it's a wonder her bag doesn't go flying.

It's a text from one of her coworkers asking her if her 'date' showed up yet with a little winky emoji. She can't help but hiss at the phone.]

Honestly, if I thought this was going to be my night I wouldn't have agreed to this at all.

[airguitarhero]

[Klavier sees as she makes a dive for her phone, but doesn't ask about the message she had received. He knew their boundaries even if they Ema treated him as if he didn't.]

You would really prefer to dine by yourself? That seems quite lonely though, does it not?

[katonking]

[Her fingers are flying and you can bet that her coworker is gonna get a very. strongly. worded. text message. It's almost impressive how she can angry-text and still glare at Klavier.

...That being said. He does have a point. But how much does she value her pride?]

...I'm used to it. [It's not a lie. She does go and eat meals on her own every so often...but never on the pretense of a blind date.] But you can sit down if you want. But I swear to god if this ends up in some tabloid magazine you'll have another thing coming.