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Demeter/Chloe and Persephone/Anne: Spondi
Who: Demeter/Chloe and Persephone/Anne
What: Dinner and conversation
Where: Spondi
When: Saturday night
Rating: tbd
Status: Incomplete
Spondi was perhaps her favorite restaurant so far. The setting, a handsome 19th-century town house with a courtyard, was absolutely divine. The wine list boasted and extensive collection and so far, the service had been excellent. Chloe took another sip of the woodsy red wine she'd been offered, overly careful not to spill it on her white Greco-roman styled dress as she waited for any sign of Anne. Sweet Jesus, she was more nervous than she'd ever been on any date to her recollection and this was... was what? Something akin to a mother meeting a child she'd given up for adoption? Even that was off but was the closest thing the blonde could liken the meeting to.
She'd taken an exorbitant amount of time getting ready; making sure hair, dress and makeup was immaculate before having the car drop her off a half hour early so she could lord over the table setting as well. Knowing the head chef had helped with the latter and Chloe would be forever grateful to the Frenchman for putting up with her neurotic nature. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be precise and clean and crisp from the spotless silverware to the fresh cut poppies serving as a centerpiece.
Another sigh and the tiny woman fiddled with one of the silver bangles that encircled her wrist. They were just going to talk. Conversation about their lives, about what was happening to them. What had happened to them. Chloe still wasn't sure what she believed but being in a setting where she was comfortable (and that had plenty of alcohol) she knew she could at least talk it out with the mysterious girl who'd bumped into her the week before. Anne would be there soon, would be escorted to the booth tucked in the back away from any traffic and until then, Chloe had nothing to do but wait.
What: Dinner and conversation
Where: Spondi
When: Saturday night
Rating: tbd
Status: Incomplete
Spondi was perhaps her favorite restaurant so far. The setting, a handsome 19th-century town house with a courtyard, was absolutely divine. The wine list boasted and extensive collection and so far, the service had been excellent. Chloe took another sip of the woodsy red wine she'd been offered, overly careful not to spill it on her white Greco-roman styled dress as she waited for any sign of Anne. Sweet Jesus, she was more nervous than she'd ever been on any date to her recollection and this was... was what? Something akin to a mother meeting a child she'd given up for adoption? Even that was off but was the closest thing the blonde could liken the meeting to.
She'd taken an exorbitant amount of time getting ready; making sure hair, dress and makeup was immaculate before having the car drop her off a half hour early so she could lord over the table setting as well. Knowing the head chef had helped with the latter and Chloe would be forever grateful to the Frenchman for putting up with her neurotic nature. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be precise and clean and crisp from the spotless silverware to the fresh cut poppies serving as a centerpiece.
Another sigh and the tiny woman fiddled with one of the silver bangles that encircled her wrist. They were just going to talk. Conversation about their lives, about what was happening to them. What had happened to them. Chloe still wasn't sure what she believed but being in a setting where she was comfortable (and that had plenty of alcohol) she knew she could at least talk it out with the mysterious girl who'd bumped into her the week before. Anne would be there soon, would be escorted to the booth tucked in the back away from any traffic and until then, Chloe had nothing to do but wait.