Danica Morgan (californiadani) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-03-17 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: danica morgan, character: james atherton, location: pyreal and pero bookstore, player: cee, player: ri |
Who: Danica Morgan, James Atherton
Where: Pyreal and Pero Bookstore
When: May 2nd, 5:30 PM
Rating: PG-13 for safety's sake
Summary: They meet in person. It goes well.
Warnings: None specific for now.
She was wearing heels today.
Dani wasn't generally fond of them, usually choosing her shoes for comfort and settling on sensible flats or flip-flops or even sneakers, but she did have a pair of simple black pumps that she’d bought for some formal occasion or another sitting in her closet that gave her another two-and-a-half inches. She thought she’d like them today, for the boost in confidence. Looking up at people had never made her feel more comfortable.
Nevertheless, Dani’s nerves still felt shaky as Glenda handed her a cup of coffee (“My goodness dear, you haven’t grown taller recently, have you? Kids these days, never do stop growing, do they…”), and the heels only seemed to make her feel wobblier. Maybe she should have gone with the flats instead; maybe the steadier ground would do more for her than the height. Probably not, actually. She’d be nervous no matter what shoes she wore, meeting her fiancé regarding marriage.
Fiancé. It was such an intimate word, Dani thought, and she felt an odd clenching sensation in her stomach. The word bespoke courtships and romances and some other vaguely French-sounding ideas that didn’t feel quite right for a complete stranger, and even less right for a complete stranger who Dani had seen to be bristly and less than excited about this meeting. They’d interacted a complete total of one time, during which he’d described the situation as being purely one of convenience, because he didn’t want to “pay the government their stupid fines”. Dani had been distracted today at work, and, without intending to, had reread their six-line conversation enough times that the phrase had been burned into her memory.
Well, two hundred dollars a day was not pocket change, and if he wanted only to do the bare minimum, she could understand that. He didn’t know her, she didn’t know him… Of course she thought it would be nice to be assigned a husband-to-be who liked her and – well, when she’d imagined herself in the future, she hadn’t had the five-child chaos of a family she’d grown up in, but there had definitely been two children and a husband that she loved that loved her back.
Dani shifted out of the way of the coffee line. The bookstore was crowded today, and all of the tables seemed to be taken. She decided, then, to wait at the bar for the first table available.