Repose

[Locked to Gwen R]
Gwendy-pants?

Who: May and Eddie
What: Lunch. A... date?
Where: By the pond in the park on the north side of town
When: Friday, lunchtime
Warnings/Rating: Unlikely?

Well, their conversation had ended... strangely. But they'd agreed on lunch, and they'd agreed on Friday. May hadn't gotten much sleep the night before (Jeze had been serious about the dancing, and May wasn't as young as she once was), but late morning found her leaving the house to head for the park. Her hands felt incomplete, heading into town without a basket, so she'd chosen a small one - the smallest she had - and had put a few things into it. Even with Eddie promising to bring lunch, that didn't mean she couldn't bring something for him.

She paused at her door, frowning at the basket. This was a mistake. Lunch, meeting with him, talking with him. Becoming so attached in such a short period of time. It was foolish. It was stupid. But she remembered the sound of his voice on the phone and she remembered how he smiled when they planted flowers outside of his house. And her feet were on the road before she thought of anything else.

Usually, when she went into town, it was to drop things off - at Jeze's shop, for people who needed something - or pick something up - the few groceries she needed, things from the hardware store. And when she did that, she wore whatever she'd put on that morning to work around the house and in the garden. Usually oversized, easy to move in, thick fabrics that stood up to the kneeling and dirt. But... lunch at the park wasn't working in the garden. Lunch in the park required something different - even if she didn't have much that was different. But toward the back of her wardrobe, there were long skirts and thick sweaters and scarves, enough to keep the growing autumn chill away. And luckily (through coincidence alone) currently somewhat fashionable. And though the wind tangled it a bit on her walk into town, her hair was wavy and green-smelling from the bath she'd taken that morning.

She arrived at the park before noon, not quite knowing the exact hours of "lunchtime", and found a picnic table near the pond. Setting her basket down on it, she sat and waited for Eddie to (hopefully) arrive.

[Gwen R]

[A day after commissioning Harry's research and giving up]

Okay. I don't get it. Whatever I'm meant to know, have figured out, guessed, I don't get it. I haven't passed the test, I suck or whatever. Maybe I'm shit at this whole personal relationships thing, I messed up with the club, okay, but I barely knew you before and I like you. I even asked people who I thought would know, and they wouldn't tell me. Can you explain? Or if it's not important or whatever,

[Jason W]

My grasp on social etiquette sometimes sucks, boy scout. I'm sorry, okay? I told him he should talk to you and that he misinterpreted shit, that's all. I wanted to give you an opening, I misjudged.