Hello Clarice...

[ghostlygeorge]

Scotland Lynch was nervously standing in front of Vinny's waiting to meet Clarice Hughes for their dinner date. It didn't really make sense...they could have left together, then he wouldn‘t be waiting on pins and needles right. But Scot hadn't thought that far. He smoothed the front of his button down shirt. He fretted about of his choice of clothing: A royal blue oxford shirt, and black slacks. It was very plain and causal.

But was that right for the occasion? Scot adjusted his glasses. He looked a his yellow chrysanthemum. He had took it from the garden. He thought it was nice-looking even if it was impractical. It had a meaning, but Scot didn’t really pick it for that….really…

Scot swallowed a hard lump in his throat and started to pace. What would they talk about? Would it be okay to ask about her family? Did she even want to be here? What if she stood him up? Scot stopped and took a deep breath. He was acting like a fifteen year-old going on his first day. It was quite ridiculous. Running his fingers through his hair, he resolved that he was not going freak out about this. He was going to play it cool.

“As cool as a nerd can play it,” he muttered to himself.

[Clarice]

Clarice had slowly walked down the street. She was wondering what they were going to talke about, what they were going to do that evening, but the thought was pushed aside. She then wondered if she had over dressed, this was something she often did but still. She wore a turtleneck, black dress slacks, black dress shoes, and a s mall coat. It was a cool evening, and that's why she had chose this, but she still thought that it might have been overkill.

She was a bit nervous. Why did he ask her out? What was that thing with his powers and all, what was going on? She shrugged it off, she wasn't going to ask him, so might as well not think about it. Shes looked around. They were going to meet, in front of the resturant. She was a bit late, but that wasn't really her fault. She sighed, hopefully he wouldn't think she stood him up and had left. As she walked closer she saw him. He looked a bit nervous, and she saw him say something...to himself? She couldn't hear so she wouldn't know.

"Hey, Scot," she said with a wave. She soon walked closer.

[ghostlygeorge]

"Hey, Scot,"

Scot jumped and clutched his heart. He turned and saw Clarice. "Hi, uh, Claire," He said. He stood there swinging his arms, looking for words. He could feel sweat starting to break out of his forehead. Looking at the flower and hurriedly thrust it at her ."I picked this for you. Wasn't sure if you liked flowers."

"You look lovely." He said awkwardly. "I hope you didn't have trouble finding the place..." Scot cringed. He sincerely hoped he didn't sound as dumb as he thought he did. He grinned lopsidedly and led the way to the door.

[[gah i die...]]

[Clarice]

He had greeted her, and she just smiled. He then thrusted something at her and spoke."I picked this for you. Wasn't sure if you liked flowers."

She looked at it, it was a very pretty flower. She smiled again. "Thank you," she said, a blush tinting her cheeks.

"You look lovely." When he had said this, the blush that had tinted her cheeks deepend. She mouthed thank you. She then looked around. It was a nice night. She then looked back at Scot. She always seemed to have a bad time focusing sometimes.

I hope you didn't have trouble finding the place..."

He lead her to the entrance as she spoke. "Actually I have been here before, it was awhile ago though." She said.

[ghostlygeorge]

Scot noticed the blush on Claire's face. And immediately thought he was embarrassing and rubbed his clean-shaven chin, then nervously adjusted his glasses.

"Actually I have been here before, it was awhile ago though."

He smiled. Well that was good. They didn't have to worry about any food allergies. He, however, was glad he didn't blurt it out loud. "Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. I'd hate that I picked a restaurant you hated." Scot smiled.

They came up on the host stand. "Uh, table for two, please?" Scot said. The host asked if they'd like smoking or nonsmoking. Scot didn't want to sound aggressive but the smell of smoke made his stomach churn... "Nonsmoking please?"

"It should be about 15 minutes." A pager was handed to Scot, who turned it over in his hands.

Scot's ears burned. He probably should have made reservations. "Sorry about the waiting, I should have called ahead." He said as he led them to a small bench, back outside. He blushed. "I feel dumb," He grinned.