Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Dietre opened the door wider, his posture stiff, uncomfortable wearing different clothes than his usual. Taking a few steps forward, he asked “I really look alright?” Still seeking validation despite the fact Misha told him the shirt looked ‘pretty’ on him. For someone who was so adamant he wasn’t going on a date he was certainly acting overly concerned with his appearance.
“He probably won’t notice.” Dietre said of Oliver. “I’ve only met with him twice, he won’t really know if this is not what I normally wear.” This was the sort of thing one said to temper expectations and calm nerves. On one hand he wanted Oliver to notice and approve, on the other hand Dietre thought he’d prefer if the artist didn’t realize he was putting in extra effort.
“Should we keep looking in other stores?” To decide on the first outfit felt too impulsive, what if there was something better somewhere else? “Maybe I should do like you said… Make changes. Buy a new wardrobe…” Become a new person. Someone who didn’t pine over lost opportunities for love, someone who could be fine with it if Oliver only wanted to be friends. Or maybe even someone who could take the initiative and pursue what he wanted and actually get it. Ah… no, such a dream was pushing it.