First Floor Lobby, Saturday Night

[connernotconnor]

Well.

The date had certainly gone well.

So well, in fact, that Conner was now sitting in a chair in the first floor lobby with smushed banana, chocolate syrup, and ice cream in his hair. And possibly a maraschino cherry. And sprinkles.

Maybe he ought to look happier about this?

Probably not.

Comments

[willbedone]

Well, here was a reason for him to be less happy. Willow walked into the lobby and froze when she saw him.

"Conner McKnight! You - you so need a middle name right now I don't even know where to begin!"

[connernotconnor]

Hey, look, it was Willow. Willow, who was apparently pretty pissed off. Willow, who was Marie's roommate.

Conner suddenly understood the phrase "impending doom" a whole lot better.

"Uh. Hi, Willow?"

[willbedone]

"What part of me telling you to treat Marie like a princess was so hard to understand, mister?" Willow demanded, tapping her foot at him.

[connernotconnor]

"My middle name's Daniel," Conner said, as if that would distract her, "and when did you ever tell me that?"