Lia Durante (thingswemake) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-10-15 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | adair solderin, kalea oeth |
Who: Kalea and Adair
What: A first meeting for them, a reunion for Fang and Vanille.
Where: City Café in Honolulu, HI
When: 8 pm on Monday, October 15th
Warnings: Awkwardness, squee, and too much affection
Kalea knew that Adair had said eight o'clock, but she was there by half past seven. No one, to her knowledge, had ever regretted showing up early, and she'd been too excited to wait at home a moment longer. She had changed clothes a half dozen times, trying to find the outfit that would make the right impression. Finally, she'd settled on a short white skirt, a yellow spaghetti strap top, and flat sandals that laced up her calves. Her hair she'd fussed with for thirty minutes before settling on a simple ponytail, and she'd draped necklaces of white and turquoise beads around her neck, with bright plastic bangles that clinked together every time she moved on both wrists. Her mother had sat on her bed while she got ready, watching her dump her jewelry boxes out and rifle through the contents. "A date?" she'd asked. She'd seemed skeptical when Kalea had told her she was just meeting a friend, but how could she understand? It was Fang, there was no explaining what she meant to Vanille. Really, leaving early was the only option, before her mother asked even more questions that Kalea didn't know how to answer.
City Café wasn't too far from home, but waiting surrounded by people was at least better than waiting with only her mother. She chatted with a couple of the employees, and a few other customers. Really, most people were so friendly, if you just smiled at them and made conversation. Maybe she talked a little, or a lot, about her plans, and who she was meeting - obviously not that they were reincarnates and that the people in their heads' were from the same source, which was why this first meeting was so exciting. Just that she was meeting a girl she'd talked to online, and that she was excited, that was all. She'd just finished telling a very nice older lady about how she was sure she'd recognize Adair because her picture had been so good when she realized it was almost time for her to get there. The woman had smiled and told her she hoped her date went well. "It's not a date," Kalea had protested, but she wasn't listening.
Five minutes 'til eight, she was sitting at a table for two, sipping a glass of lemonade. She'd made sure that she could see the door from where she was, in case Adair decided to slip in, got a look at her, and slipped right back out. She didn't think that she would, but Adair had seemed a little squirmy about the whole thing, and there was no sense taking a chance, was there? She crumpled the paper from her straw between her fingers, then smoothed it again, keeping at least her hands occupied while her gaze was fixed on the door, sitting up a little straighter every time it opened, only to slump in disappointment when it was someone other than Adair.