Week Ten - Friday
Who: Sam and Easton
Where: A little Italian place in town
When: Dinnertime
What: Discussing things

For the first time in a long time he was dreading dinner with Sam for a number of reasons, though the chief among them was rather easy to pin down. He'd felt a bit on edge all day, the anticipation of that evening's activities hovering over head all morning. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from their meeting, what either would really get out of it. It was still such a bloody mind fuck just trying to figure out how he felt about the whole mess. Alcohol seemed to be quite helpful in that department lately, though East was aware that he was starting to verge on pathetic drunken loser and drift farther and farther from that handsome broody guy at the bar. He hadn't had anything today, he wanted to have all his wits about him when it came to meeting Sam.

He hadn't shaved in a few days, not that the dark stubble lining his chin bothered him in the slightest, and his hair was growing out to an unruly point - again, not something he was overly concerned with. In fact, he didn't bother to try and fix either before he moved to get dressed in time to meet Sam in town. He pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white button down, sliding on a tan blazer before he moved to grab a pair of shoes. Before long it was time to take a deep breath and set out for the night.

Thankfully it was easy to catch a cab, they were hovering rather close to the school now given that students would start leaving soon for break. It made the trip into town seem to go by that much quicker. East directed the cabbie where to drop him off, leaning forward to pay the fare as the cab rolled to a stop just outside the restaurant he'd agreed to meet Sam at. Climbing out, he took a quick glance around before heading inside. He hadn't spotted her yet and so he went ahead and got a table for them, one out of the way so they could talk, and ordered a drink while he waited.