Don't get me wrong; I think you're all right. But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
Who: Sindre and Wilm
When: Tuesday, 22 March
Where: Dos Llamas
What: An awful blind date, but a resurgence of a friendship.
Fidgeting in his seat, Sindre considered leaving. He wasn't even sure why he agreed to the blind date; it had never been his sort of thing. But Liz had been insistent, and he hadn't been able to provide an excuse not to on a Tuesday night. Liz apparently felt studying didn't count.
Though, he had to admit, it might be nice to spend an evening doing something different. Monotony led to over-thinking things, and he had focused on his failure for too long now. Worst come to worst, it would be awful, and he would leave.
Sindre wondered idly who Liz had chosen, and how well her selection had been. All she had told him was that it was someone she had met recently. And with Liz, it could go any which way. She could set him up with someone hilariously wrong for him. She could make a good selection. Or she could chose someone because she thought they'd be aesthetically pleasing together.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Sindre glanced over his shoulder to see who might be headed his way. He caught sight of a very familiar person and hastily turned back around. He didn't know for sure that Wilm was his date. He prayed that he wasn't.
But any positive forces that might impact his life seemed to have departed as of late, so he didn't put too much stock in that optimism. He was going to kill Liz.
When: Tuesday, 22 March
Where: Dos Llamas
What: An awful blind date, but a resurgence of a friendship.
Fidgeting in his seat, Sindre considered leaving. He wasn't even sure why he agreed to the blind date; it had never been his sort of thing. But Liz had been insistent, and he hadn't been able to provide an excuse not to on a Tuesday night. Liz apparently felt studying didn't count.
Though, he had to admit, it might be nice to spend an evening doing something different. Monotony led to over-thinking things, and he had focused on his failure for too long now. Worst come to worst, it would be awful, and he would leave.
Sindre wondered idly who Liz had chosen, and how well her selection had been. All she had told him was that it was someone she had met recently. And with Liz, it could go any which way. She could set him up with someone hilariously wrong for him. She could make a good selection. Or she could chose someone because she thought they'd be aesthetically pleasing together.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Sindre glanced over his shoulder to see who might be headed his way. He caught sight of a very familiar person and hastily turned back around. He didn't know for sure that Wilm was his date. He prayed that he wasn't.
But any positive forces that might impact his life seemed to have departed as of late, so he didn't put too much stock in that optimism. He was going to kill Liz.