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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / July 9th, 2006 / 7:04 PM.
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Open To: Esme
Currently Involving: Brandon
Brandon took a sip of his butterbeer, set it back down on the table, and then stood up to peer towards the door. Esme was supposed to be meeting him here before they headed to the concert, and even though he didn't want to really admit it to himself, half of him was still scared that she'd decide he wasn't worth her time and simply not show up at all.
He'd had such a good time with her at the Ball that he'd asked her if she'd like to go to the concert with him, figuring that if she seemed like she only wanted to be friends, he could go along with that. It wasn't a lie, per se, because Brandon never lied, especially not to people he liked, since he really did want to be her friend. Her good friend. The fact that he wanted to be a little more than that...well, that was incidental, really. It wasn't a lie if he just left that part out. Still, he desperately hoped she wouldn't be adverse to the idea.
He hadn't even thought yet of what he might say to bring up the topic, mainly because he figured if he rehearsed it, it would sound false and she'd turn him down anyway thinking that he wasn't sincere.
He didn't know why he was so nervous about her not showing up just yet. She wasn't late or anything. The concert didn't start until eight, and they weren't supposed to meet until 7:30, so he really had no reason to be worried just yet.
Still, asking someone out on a sort-of, maybe-but-only-if-she-wanted-it-to-be, date-type excursion was cause for nerves.
He took another sip of his butterbeer and fidgeted in his seat.
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Open To: Esme
Currently Involving: Brandon
Brandon took a sip of his butterbeer, set it back down on the table, and then stood up to peer towards the door. Esme was supposed to be meeting him here before they headed to the concert, and even though he didn't want to really admit it to himself, half of him was still scared that she'd decide he wasn't worth her time and simply not show up at all.
He'd had such a good time with her at the Ball that he'd asked her if she'd like to go to the concert with him, figuring that if she seemed like she only wanted to be friends, he could go along with that. It wasn't a lie, per se, because Brandon never lied, especially not to people he liked, since he really did want to be her friend. Her good friend. The fact that he wanted to be a little more than that...well, that was incidental, really. It wasn't a lie if he just left that part out. Still, he desperately hoped she wouldn't be adverse to the idea.
He hadn't even thought yet of what he might say to bring up the topic, mainly because he figured if he rehearsed it, it would sound false and she'd turn him down anyway thinking that he wasn't sincere.
He didn't know why he was so nervous about her not showing up just yet. She wasn't late or anything. The concert didn't start until eight, and they weren't supposed to meet until 7:30, so he really had no reason to be worried just yet.
Still, asking someone out on a sort-of, maybe-but-only-if-she-wanted-it-to-be, date-type excursion was cause for nerves.
He took another sip of his butterbeer and fidgeted in his seat.