Who: Hope and Michelle What: Matchup When: Saturday Evening Where: Red On Main Rating: TBD, but probably low Status: Closed; Incomplete
Hope had a rare Saturday evening off from work. She'd already hit the gym for the day, did a little magic to keep herself sharp, and now she was at a loss as to what to do to fill the evening. As she skimmed the network, an idea suddenly struck the brunette. Hope had not visited Michelle's restaurant in town yet. The woman was a former cook at Hope's restaurant, but left to open her own place. The tribrid was meaning to stop in at some point, but with the holidays, she'd simply been too busy. Perhaps tonight was the night to remedy that.
After trading in her sweats for a pair of jeans and a suitable top, Hope stuffed her feet into a pair of boots and grabbed her jacket. Hope slung her small purse across her body and headed out into the chilly February night. Despite how Madison had grown because of the time jump, it was still considered a small town and, with the help of an rather futuristic Uber, Hope arrived at Michelle's place in record time. Hope noted the outside of the building was cute as she opened the door and stepped inside.
The air was perfumed with a variety of cooked foods. It was enough to make Hope's mouth water and her stomach growl. Yes, she certainly waited far too long to eat. The brunette paused at the podium near the door, waiting for someone to come and seat her.