Dinner in Manhattan
Characters: Morpheus, Echo
Date/Time: January 29th ( +)
Location: Complex/Restaurant/?
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Echo and Morpheus have dinner to celebrate her acceptance into NYU.
It was simple to say that the weather was cold outside, the chilling wind waging a close battle with Morpheus' coat, the winner deciding on his mood for the moment. But it would be nearly impossible to completely dampen his hopes and oddly cheery demeaner, since the reason that he was waiting outside was for a certain girl that had promised him a date.
Or was it the other way around? He didn't have the faintest clue. Morpheus leaned against the wall near the front of the complex, checking his watch for the nth time as he reassured himself (here and not there, right?). With a dark peacoat jacket with pants and shoes to match, the only lighter clothing he had was a scarf - but that was gray, nothing of color.
Morpheus hoped that he wasn't too early or maybe late enough to have completely missed her, his thoughts filled with questions on if he had the correct time (around 7PM, supposedly) or on how he thought the dinner would go. Nicely, was all that he asked for.
Date/Time: January 29th ( +)
Location: Complex/Restaurant/?
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Echo and Morpheus have dinner to celebrate her acceptance into NYU.
It was simple to say that the weather was cold outside, the chilling wind waging a close battle with Morpheus' coat, the winner deciding on his mood for the moment. But it would be nearly impossible to completely dampen his hopes and oddly cheery demeaner, since the reason that he was waiting outside was for a certain girl that had promised him a date.
Or was it the other way around? He didn't have the faintest clue. Morpheus leaned against the wall near the front of the complex, checking his watch for the nth time as he reassured himself (here and not there, right?). With a dark peacoat jacket with pants and shoes to match, the only lighter clothing he had was a scarf - but that was gray, nothing of color.
Morpheus hoped that he wasn't too early or maybe late enough to have completely missed her, his thoughts filled with questions on if he had the correct time (around 7PM, supposedly) or on how he thought the dinner would go. Nicely, was all that he asked for.