2 o'clock at the Chameleon Cafe
Clarke arrived before Jen did and selected a table near the window. He purposefully arrived a few minutes early because he did not want to chance being late. He didn't need things to be sour from the start due to her having to wait for him. He also wanted time to review his notes once more before she arrived. Yes, making notes had been nerdy but he knew this was his one chance. She wasn't going to give him the time of day ever again if he managed to say something insulting or veer off course.
Sitting at the table in the cafe, Clarke was a different picture than he was at work. He looked comfortable and laid back in dark jeans and a long-sleeved maroon t-shirt which hugged his muscles in all the right places. He was a few hours fast five o'clock shadow (weekend beard, he'd call it) and his hair curled at the back of neck. He actually felt confident and the way he smiled as Jen when she entered showed it. He quickly shoved his iPhone his pocket (Jen didn't need to know he made notes, after all) and lifted his hand to wave at Jen.
"Hi there."
Sitting at the table in the cafe, Clarke was a different picture than he was at work. He looked comfortable and laid back in dark jeans and a long-sleeved maroon t-shirt which hugged his muscles in all the right places. He was a few hours fast five o'clock shadow (weekend beard, he'd call it) and his hair curled at the back of neck. He actually felt confident and the way he smiled as Jen when she entered showed it. He quickly shoved his iPhone his pocket (Jen didn't need to know he made notes, after all) and lifted his hand to wave at Jen.
"Hi there."