(John) Mitchell (thisiswhatiam) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-07-02 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, annie sawyer, john mitchell |
Who: Annie Sawyer and John Mitchell
What: A date
When: One evening this week
Where: A nice restaurant in town
Warnings: Hot Guy and Invisible Girl go on a date :)
While Annie had been off researching her condition, and whatever else she was looking into, Mitchell was doing research of his own. He'd narrowed things down to three establishments, and from there it was just a matter of picking one of the three. He hadn't entirely made up his mind, and likely wouldn't make it up until he was pulling open the front door. He wasn't terribly worried, there were hundreds upon hundreds of places to eat in New York, and he could change his mind all together and go somewhere else at the last minute.
He showered and dressed in a pair of khakis and a nice button down. He decided to forgo his usual fingerless gloves, but stashed them in his pocket just in case. Being a vampire meant he was always cold, more so because he wasn't feeding. Lack of blood also made him ache a bit, but the heat of a nicce shower helped with that. He tugged on his shoes, and went to find Annie, to tell her they were going out and he wasn't taking no for an answer.
He knew people would stare. People stared at him anyway, with his mop of dark curls and his pale skin. He dressed in a way that people noticed, and he had been accused of trying to look like a rock star. And here, well, apparently people on the street had seen a little television programme called Being Human, and thought they knew him. Which meant maybe they'd realise Annie was with him, they just couldn't see her. Mitchell didnt' mind that they couldn't see her, because that meant no other guys were looking at his girl. The only problem was that Annie wanted to be seen, and not being seen made her sad, so it made Mitchell sad too, that other people couldn't see her.
Ah well. They'd figure it out. Maybe that Sam guy could help her. And if that was a dead end, maybe someone else could help her somewhere along the way. All Mitchell knew was that he loved her, whether he could actually touch her or not.
"Annie? Hey, Annie. Hi." Mitchell sauntered into the kitchen. looking for her.