Jon Stanton (jonstanton) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-08-26 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy mais, jon stanton |
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Jon's office was set up to his standards now, not that they were high, just exacting. Now it was time for him to choose a house. He walked slowly through the streets, looking avidly at the houses available. As the sun climbed higher, he found a bench under a bit of shade and watched the people walking by. Business was set up, house next and then perhaps a visit to the Yenta.
He'd never admit it, but he was anxious about being matched. Nervous and excited and worried. At his age, he'd never even had one due to the circumstances of his family. What if it wasn't his family though, what if it was him. Something about him that made him innately difficult to match?
He worried quietly until someone joined him on the bench. "Lovely afternoon isn't it?"