Who: Saint Sebastian and Francis of Assisi What: Lunch date! When: Tuesday. Where:The Dish, Chelsea; then Sebastian's apartment. Warning: TBD.
The waitress had been giving Sebastian a pep-talk for a good five minutes before he finally calmed his nerves enough to get settled. Though he'd met his fair share of important people in their community, someone who epitomized the saintly experience as much as Francis did had rarely been among them - and those who were didn't have quite the same historical notes as this particular man did. He didn't think it unusual that he was nervous, certainly anyone else in his position would be as well, right?
Still, despite his nerves being less wild than they had been before, he still sat there and fidgeted the entire time he was waiting - fussing with the buttons down the front of his shirt, trying to decide whether he wanted to leave his scarf on or take it off, and fussing with his messy hair. Everyone once in a while the waitress shot him a smile and wink, just to reassure him - he was a regular here, they all knew him fairly well - and he was reminded to try to calm himself again. Fortunately he didn't have to wait long before the door swung open and he felt the undeniable presence of another like himself, something like a static charge rippling softly along his skin.
Sebastian blushed and ducked his head for a moment, the took a deep breath as he casually waved Francis over.