we're here where the daylight begins, the fog on the sidewalk slowly thins
There is nothing worse than a wasted opportunity. This is, in effect, the reason why Zhuge wrote down the name of each and every woman who participated in his half of speed-dating, every one having a personality worth getting to know, each offering the chance of a friendship the likes of which he had never enjoyed back home. Nothing worse than a wasted opportunity, and Zhuge knows that he doesn't have the right to be particular about which doors open for him, so he waits patiently to hear back, hoping that at least one person has decided to give him a second chance- but he doesn't count on it. Doesn't expect it.
Seeing a few names on the card strikes him as a pleasant surprise. Only after he's spent a fair amount of time twirling the card stock in his figners does he realize that he's not sure how he's supposed to get touch with each again. After an afternoon spent searching through pages of various books he's pulled from the shelf, with Meng Meng nuzzling his sleeve as he sits in a heavily canopied part of the jungle, he decides to pick himself up at last.
With a fresh bouquet of daisies in hand, he makes his way over to Eden's residence in the early afternoon, hoping to catch her during a spare hour. His pigeons flutter nearby, curiously watching Zhuge as he makes his way through the jungle with more purpose than he usually would, with a direction rather than simple wandering.
He knocks softly on her door, then steps back, nodding lightly to himself. While not precisely nervous- her disposition was too kind, too gentle for him to doubt her like that- Zhuge's desire to get this right leaves him slightly tense, shoulders pulled back.
Seeing a few names on the card strikes him as a pleasant surprise. Only after he's spent a fair amount of time twirling the card stock in his figners does he realize that he's not sure how he's supposed to get touch with each again. After an afternoon spent searching through pages of various books he's pulled from the shelf, with Meng Meng nuzzling his sleeve as he sits in a heavily canopied part of the jungle, he decides to pick himself up at last.
With a fresh bouquet of daisies in hand, he makes his way over to Eden's residence in the early afternoon, hoping to catch her during a spare hour. His pigeons flutter nearby, curiously watching Zhuge as he makes his way through the jungle with more purpose than he usually would, with a direction rather than simple wandering.
He knocks softly on her door, then steps back, nodding lightly to himself. While not precisely nervous- her disposition was too kind, too gentle for him to doubt her like that- Zhuge's desire to get this right leaves him slightly tense, shoulders pulled back.