Re: Street curb away from registration: Destiny & Matt
Matt didn't have a strong attachment to any holiday. In his short experience with them, they brought nothing but flickers of memory, and sometimes nothing at all. He didn't know if he had ever been faithful, or what faith that might be. Holidays in general were a little hard for him to wrap his head around. Celebration still didn't come naturally.
But this was a gathering of everyone in the town, and if he didn't want to get an even worse reputation for being a recluse, he needed to start showing up to things. Besides, standing a lady up was rude.
He was wearing a worn leather jacket over his usual wool work shirt, more than enough to keep out the cold. He had the nametag was pinned slightly askew to the shirt under the coat, but it showed clearly against red and black plaid.
'Destiny.' Not many people had names like that, not even in an era of naming children after nouns, a disturbing trend he had made note of. It was an easy one to spot, too - and there it was, standing out on a gray sweater.
He didn't come to a stop until he was just about at her feet. His cool blue eyes usually made an impression, mostly because they had a tendency to pick people over for details without him much noticing it. His long hair wasn't precisely well-kept, but it was clean. He might be a recluse, but he appeared to have acquired all-important knowledge about how to wash clothes.
He offered her his right hand, to pull her up from the curb. "Destiny," he said, as if it needed confirming with that nametag on. He wore leather gloves, though it wasn't quite cold enough to require them. "I'm Matt."