Oncoming Storms - RP - Restaurant meeting
She sipped a glass of complimentary white wine given to her nearly half an hour ago, and after a final swallow, she'd finished it off. It wasn't the best wine she'd ever had, even for the restaurant she was in. Then again, she was always more of a red person herself, but she wasn't about to argue with "free". She only hoped the food was as stellar as he and the food critics claimed.
From watching everyone else's orders slowly trickle out of the kitchens and to tables surrounding her lonely one, their judgments might've very well been correct. The aromas assaulting her nose made her stomach growl loudly, and she couldn't help wondering if she should've just went ahead and ordered something and then he could order, oh, she didn't know. A bread roll or sugar packet; whatever he did eat, it certainly didn't make him less of a stick.
Frowning, her high-heeled foot tapping impatiently, she glanced towards the entrance hoping to see her friend stride in.
From watching everyone else's orders slowly trickle out of the kitchens and to tables surrounding her lonely one, their judgments might've very well been correct. The aromas assaulting her nose made her stomach growl loudly, and she couldn't help wondering if she should've just went ahead and ordered something and then he could order, oh, she didn't know. A bread roll or sugar packet; whatever he did eat, it certainly didn't make him less of a stick.
Frowning, her high-heeled foot tapping impatiently, she glanced towards the entrance hoping to see her friend stride in.