Who: Elias and Aasta What: Dinner Where: Salvatore's When: (backdated to) Saturday the 27th, dinner reservation at 7pm. Why: Elias has an important question for Aasta Status: Closed to just them Rating: Low
Elias couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous, it had been a long time. Was it his final year at Ilvermorny? Or perhaps during his internship time? It wasn't an emotion he happened to dwell on. He wasn't one much to let negative emotions linger around in his head. But he couldn't ignore the fact that his palms were sweaty. That was a first. Elias, it's Aasta. You've got nothing to be worried about. The worst she'll say is no. It's not like you're asking her to marry you. That was a nervous wreck for a future self to deal with.
He pulled a slightly faded handkerchief from his pocket, given to him by his grandmother one birthday, and wiped his palms with it before bringing it to wipe his brow. Just breathe. He drew in a long, slow breath and let it out while counting a few seconds. Tucking his handkerchief back in the pocket of his jacket, he made his way to Aasta's door and gave a gentle knock.