RP Thread: Celeste & Aaron WHO: Celeste Hatfield & Aaron Yamazaki. WHEN: Wednesday, 5 April 2049; 6:27pm. WHERE: Sunnyside Apartment Complex --> Wrightley's Restaurant. RATING: PGish. SUMMARY: Celeste and Aaron meet up for the first time to have a 'getting to know you' dinner. WARNINGS: None.
No matter the calm demeanor, Aaron could not help but notice a strange feeling settling in his stomach as he approached Celeste's house to pick her up. He had been on plenty of dates before in the past -- it was hardly a new experience, and he had never even met the young woman, but there was something unsettling about that unknown quantity. No matter who she was, she was pledged to be his wife, and he could not help his feeling that the Fruitful Project had the system rather backward with sticking people together to be married before they had the proper opportunity to meet and fall in love with each other so as to provide optimum happiness. He didn't want to think they were trying to make such a notion outdated, especially with the idea that they seemed to wish for the upholding of 'traditional values' by enforcing marriage instead of simple procreation -- but what was the use of those traditional values if they were false? If it was simply a legal binding rather than the emotional binding of a marriage chosen by the two individuals?
The thoughts would not leave well enough alone in his mind, instead bouncing inconveniently about until he arrived at the apartment complex not long later. Sunnyside -- a cheerful, unassuming looking complex. He had only looked at it briefly before deciding on the Slate apartments years ago during his quest for independent living, but it was an altogether decent establishment. The evening would be setting in soon, and the temperature was comfortable: not yet inflicting a scorching summer heat to the falling night. Aaron was relieved. He didn't like feeling overheated
Scaling the stairs to the third level, Aaron scanned each door as he passed by. 301. 302. 304. 306. 308.
310.
Checking his watch, he saw that he was, at least, on schedule. 6:27pm. Three whole minutes early, even. Closing his hand into a loose fist, Aaron lifted his arm to knock on the door: three light, steady knocks. And he waited.