Anakin Skywalker (![]() ![]() @ 2013-09-25 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | anakin skywalker, claire danvers |
Who: Claire Danvers & Anakin Skywalker
What: Coffee
When: (backdated) Sunday, Sept 22nd
Where: Peet's Coffee & Tea in Huntington Beach
Rating: TBA
Status: In progress
Surprisingly Anakin hadn't woken up with some terrible hangover after the 5k Beer Run the day before, hadn't woken up sore either which made the day even more special. To be fair he had walked most of the way to keep up with his group and hadn't had much to drink given all the trouble he had with those dreams and the headache that had come with the first. He hadn't wanted to do anything that would have made them worse or that would have made them come more frequently, not when he had plans to meet Claire the next day. He had been looking forward to it. Claire seemed like a nice girl, the kind of person he used to go out and meet for coffee or drinks. It would be like an escape back to normality for him, back to what he had been like before the dreams and the weirdness started, even before he lost his arm and become a lot less social. And even if it went terribly, he didn't think it would be stranger things had happened, it would still be nice to get back to his old self.
He had picked the coffee place close to his place but it hadn't stopped him from leaving early. Nerves, again. He was fairly successful with women but that didn't mean he was confident with them, especially after his accident when his self-confidence took a nose dive, and it left him with a lot of nervous energy. He had been chronically early lately, though at least today he didn't do a lap around the building to calm himself, though adding caffeine to those nerves likely wouldn't be the best idea. Anakin didn't care, as far as he was concerned decaf coffee was the figment of some poor fool's sad imagination. He didn't order yet, instead he picked out a nice table and fiddled with his phone, mostly playing Angry Birds and checking his still empty inbox. If nothing else it kept him from hopping up and running that lap he promised himself he wouldn't do.