Who: Hannah and James What: Dinner Where: 501 When: Backdated, I think... idk. Let's keep it vague and say one of these Saturdays in the evening Warnings: None yet
Hannah hadn't actually been nervous about having dinner with James until she talked to Lotte. Her expectations of a casual, friendly visit suddenly changed and she no longer had any idea what to expect anymore. It would probably be awkward all over again because of that one stupid night when she was just trying to cheer Boyd up a little. It really wasn't fair that out of all the women in the club she just had to have ended up making out with the one who lived in her building. In the grand scheme of things it was probably a minor thing, something most people wouldn't care about, but based on her own experience it was kind of significant.
All she had to do was keep telling herself that Lotte had obviously gotten the wrong idea, though, and hopefully she'd be able to snap herself out of all this stupid worry. Deciding what to wear took longer than she would have liked, but eventually Hannah settled on a belted tunic top that fell just above her knees with black leggings to top it off - falling into that safe realm between dresses and jeans. She contemplated tying her hair up but in the end left it loose, heading down to the fifth floor when what she thought was an appropriate time rolled around. She had a bottle of wine with her because it seemed to be a staple when being asked over for dinner, not to mention the fact that everyone liked it. Well, maybe not everyone, but she didn't know what James liked so she went with the basics and hoped it worked out.
She only allowed herself one deep breath before knocking, attempting to appear as casual as possible.