Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: Evie and Sebastian
[part 2 - this is a problem for me today]
As she moved closer to the door she kept reminding herself it wasn't a real date, because he hadn't asked. And neither had she. And if he dated Wren, even for 12 seconds, he was no doubt still absolutely madly in love with her (who wouldn't be?), and that meant she had nothing to worry about as far as "dates" went.
And that was just how Evie functioned these days. It made even her roll her eyes at herself. And it was overly analytical. And ridiculous. And she knew it.
But whatever got her through the door before she froze to death outside was fine by her.
She looked around, hands balled into fists in the pocket of her black wool coat. The shop was nice, the music was nice, there were people everywhere and she still had no idea who she was looking for, but she didn't know if that meant she was supposed to look lost, or look exactly like she knew what she was doing.
So she stopped right inside the door and did nothing but look around a little. That was clearly the best choice. At least until the door opened behind her almost immediately and the two people walking into the shop almost ran right into her (as one would expect standing right in front of a door).
She apologized and moved off to the side and busied herself looking at the lines and rows of bottles, and accessories, and glasses along the wall. Everything but two buck chuck was out of her price range these days and she had learned the hard way that did not agree with her at all. But occasionally the Professor sent something nice along.
She would send him here next time he asked for suggestions, if only because she was already feeling guilty for whatever stupid thing she was going to say throughout the course of the night. And of course she was late. And of course she wasn't even technically actually on her date yet. And at least looking at things had her looking busy. And out of the way of the door. Blind dates were officially terrifying. And weird. But the subtle nuances in wine names and pretty labels. She rather liked those so she kept looking, while trying to look slyly around the room in case she saw someone who looked just as lost as she did.