WHO: Merlin and Lissa WHAT: A sort of date WHEN: Tonight at 6 WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed and Ongoing
Merlin smiled as he headed for the restaurant. He admitted to himself that he had enjoyed meeting this woman at the speed date. He had enjoyed it, and he had wondered if anything would come of it. Mostly, nothing had, but he was willing and curious, to try to see what might. He smiled as he stepped in, dapper in a suit that fit him immaculately, and bearing a single red rose which had a smaller red chocolate rose hanging from the stem in a bag.
When he stepped in, he identified himself, and was led to a table. As he had arrived early, he made sure the hosts knew he was waiting for Lissa, and settled in to wait, the rose sitting on her side of the table, not quite visibly hovering.
He hoped she would not mind and he ordered a red wine brought and put on ice as he wondered if she, too, would be interested in pursing things.
His life, of late, had been odd. Too long in one place, perhaps. But he would settle himself down eventually, that he knew.