46 Blueberry Hill, Monday Evening
It'd been a while since Sean had been on a date, and even longer since he'd been on a date with a girl, so to call him nervous was understating it considerably. He was looking forward to it, though, so there was no small amount of bounce in his step as he moved around the kitchen.
He made one last check on the meal, checked that he had a decent bottle of wine after all, and went to change out of the jeans and t-shirt he'd been wearing while cooking. He knew better than to wear his date clothes while cooking -- that was just a recipe (no pun intended) for disaster.
Five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen, checking on the food again to keep from pacing nervously.
<[For Lana!]
He made one last check on the meal, checked that he had a decent bottle of wine after all, and went to change out of the jeans and t-shirt he'd been wearing while cooking. He knew better than to wear his date clothes while cooking -- that was just a recipe (no pun intended) for disaster.
Five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen, checking on the food again to keep from pacing nervously.
<[For Lana!]