Valentine Wellwood (valentiny) wrote in cityofstars, @ 2009-09-24 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben, tiny |
Who: Tiny Wellwood and Ben Hobbs
Where: La Cantina Mexicana
When: Thursday (today), early evening after an AIM conversation
What: Food and a "who can eat the most hot sauce" competition
Rating: ...PG?
Status: Thread In Progress!
Tiny wasn't really the sort of person who got nervous. Whatever happened happened, and that was all there was to it. She stood outside of La Cantina Mexicana in the same clothes she'd been wearing when she'd spoken to Ben online. One thing about Tiny was that though she was a little quirky, she was real about it. She was a very real person. She'd never been the girl who pretended to be anything but what she was, so she stood there in a little two-toned cotton tee-shirt dress in grey and purple, flowered leggings, and a long yellow jacket. Her hair was messy and her horn-rimmed glasses were dorky and she wore no makeup save for some pink lipgloss. On top of it all, she waited out front with a tattered copy of her own stupid poetry book that wouldn't sell. She'd started re-writing it, going through every single page, word by word and crossing it out, re-writing some, scribbling others out entirely, and hating every page.
She shoved it away in her book when she spotted a tall man who, from a distance, vaguely resembled Ben's icons approaching, staring at him with big eyes as she waited for him to get close enough for her to figure out if it was him or not.
Deciding it was, Tiny smiled widely at him and stared unabashed as he approached. "Benjamin Franklin? Or do you prefer Just Ben? Well, hi. In either case."