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Evie was late. After having spent most of the day taking her temperature to see if she had anything even close to a fever (and taking Daisy's too despite not even the appearance of a sniffle from either of them), she was starting to panic that she was going to wind up going to the wine tasting. Of course she knew she would , but not being in a state throughout the day was helped along by the random idea that she would find a way out of it.
Of course, as she was getting out of the shower an hour before she was supposed to be there Wren called to find out when she'd be bringing Daisy by, and Evie knew she had to hurry. She tried to find something to wear, jeans, sweaters, dresses, even that ridiculous outfit from the Halloween party that barely fit the way it had that night, she tried on. Even while she did all of this, and that, and combed her hair, and put on stupid eyeliner, she was rehearsing excuses not to go out loud.
It was nothing personal, not for Evie, she would have just rather spent time with Wren. Or at home. And not with a stranger in a strange place doing a thing like a date when she knew, knew, that this was just a last ditch effort from Wren to find someone who liked Evie like that. But Evie was settled on that part of her life being over, firmly believing she got one chance and once chance only. She'd already met her soulmate and the idea that she'd have more than one out there somewhere was absurd and unfair to the rest of the world.
She was lonely, but accepting. And the mama cat, and her four day old kittens in the garage on a heated blanket was just the starting point. It amused her, but others apparently didn't find the humor in it and she hated that someone might feel sorry for her. So she'd promised. She'd promised. She's promised. She'd promised. She'd promised to do this, but not only that she'd promised she could do this. And Wren was being a good friend and Evie was constantly crapping all over that, and it didn't feel good to be that kind of person.
So she got dressed quickly, dropped Daisy off even more quickly, and settled in for the long, multiple train, subway ride to the address Wren had given her.
By the time she arrived on the street she was almost fifteen minutes late, feeling guilty and terrible, and having no idea who she was supposed to meet. The name sounded familiar, but even if they had met at some point in Seattle she didn't remember what he looked like. And she was much older, a little fatter, brunette pixie cut instead of waist length blonde locks....No. She was definitely screwed. So she stood outside, across the street from the wine shop watching people walk in and out. She was trying to see what they were wearing (a lot of red and green and sparkles in their hair. None of which she had, but she didn't feel too under dressed. So that was a plus.). She also wanted to see who was going in and out alone (no one).
Almost thirty minutes late. Shit.
She walked, almost jogged, across the street the next time the light changed. She didn't want to let Wren down, that was her family, her best friend, and she had promised she could do this. She could definitely do this.