Seven (lucky_seven) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-02-27 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: caspian finn, !character: laura kramer, !complete, !log |
Who: Laura & Caspian
What: First date
When: July 3, 2010 (backdated)
Where A little restaurant in the Bronx
Rating: Mild
Status: Complete
I want to drink you in like oxygen, like oxygen. Baby, I’m a house on fire, and I want to keep
Since first meeting several weeks ago, Laura had spoken with Caspian several times before it occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, he was coming to the bar more often just to see her. Despite creating multiple different concoctions for him to try while he lingered at the bar, it was clear by now that he certainly wasn’t showing up for the drinks. She wasn’t sure that her conversation skills had improved much, but the more they talked, the more comfortable she became around him. So comfortable, that when Laura spontaneously asked Caspian to have dinner with her one night, she really didn’t consider the implications of seeing him outside of work.
Until several days later, when she casually mentioned it to her co-worker at her day job, Sally. The young girl didn’t know Laura very well, but she knew that she only went to work and went home and barely talked to most people. So the prospect of going out on a date was a big deal, and Sally was eager to give Laura lots of unsolicited advice and ask far too many personal questions. Suddenly, Laura was nervous about dinner with Caspian, and considered canceling. But it would be a waste to spend a rare night off of work sitting home alone when she could spend the time with someone she liked.
In the end, telling her fellow barista about things ended up working out well. She helped Laura find the perfect restaurant, a quiet little hole-in-the-wall place with a good variety of amazing food. It was a place Laura could afford, sort of. Apparently, one of the unspoken ‘modern rules of dating’ (rules Laura was sure her coworker just made up on the spot) included that the person who proposed the date should pay. Laura had no problem with that, and thought it was absurd that dating had rules to begin with. Why did being social need to be so complicated? She just wanted to go out and have a nice time with a nice guy, and if that meant she had to work doubles for the rest of the month to afford it, it would be worth it.
By the actual night of the date, Laura was even more nervous about the whole thing. Hurrying down the block, Laura almost tripped in her plain black heels, unaccustomed to wearing such things. Sally had insisted on it, along with the simple, fitted black tank dress that showed off Laura’s curves a little more than she was used to. They were going to meet outside the bar, mostly just because she was a little ashamed of her crappy studio apartment and didn’t want Caspian to see it.
Rounding the corner to the bar, she was suddenly aware of how hot it was outside. It was the day before the holiday, the only day she could reasonably get off around this time of year, and the air was sticky. Normally she didn’t even notice the heat, but in combination with her nerves she hoped she wouldn’t be a melted sweaty mess by the time he arrived.