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Orla Quirke (qisforquirky) wrote in ultrarpg,

Can't be late, Orla was panicking that she would be late. She didn't want to leave James waiting long especially when they had such important things to discuss. Orla had to apparate to an alley nearby and make the walk to the restaurant. She was starving as she had nothing to eat to eat yet since she had woke up late, you could tell by the fact her hair was messily pulled back and she wasn't wearing much make-up. She lifted her bag onto her shoulder as she walked in the door of the restaurant and taking a look around spotting James. "Crap," she muttered under her breath as she rushed over to the table.

Dropping her bag to the floor she sat down brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, but it didn't really help. "Sorry I'm late, I am late right?" Or was James early, still she hated that he had been waiting. Orla opened the menu hoping to choose something fast if James was ready to order. "Did you pick something out to eat cause I could choose fast."