Who: Gawain and Dianna When: foredated to Monday, 1pm Where: Gawain's apartment What: a meeting
To say he was excited and nervous would be an incredible understatement. Gawain was pacing the apartment, back and forth, freshly showered and fiddling with his sleeves. He had them rolled up to his elbows, but was rethinking that style. He'd opened some wine to breathe, and had food ready as well. He was hungry, but felt nervous--perhaps too nervous to eat. Strange thing for him, as he almost never felt that way.
Dianna was coming over to see him. He hoped she wouldn't simply pop in, return the poster and leave. What he really wanted was something he knew he couldn't have, so it was best not to think about it at all. Though, he couldn't stop his mind from trying.
At exactly one he sat down on the sofa and waited.