Who: Stephanie Barker and Gulliver Morris
What: It's not a date
Where: Gulliver's house
When: Sunday evening
Rating: TBD


Although Alena had asked Gulliver about whether or not today was a date, the answer had come back with mixed reviews. No, it wasn't a date, but there had been an awful lot of 'maybe's thrown in that made her take a bit more time getting ready than she might have had the notion never come into her head. With his sweatshirt- washed, despite his protests- folded neatly under her arm, she splashed on a last minute spritz of the purfume he had said smelled nice, before making the chilly drive to his house.

Taking in a deep breath before opening the door, she dashed to his front door, quickly pressing his doorbell as she bounced in place to keep herself warm, arms folded across her chest. She was never going to get used to the cold winters in Bristol. Maybe she should have applied to some southern schools.