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Rogue prepares herself carefully, practicing breathing exercises and stopping to check her reflection in the lobby mirror. Deciding that she's as ready as she'll ever be, she approaches the restaurant hostess.
"Miss? Reservation for D'Ancanto and Lensherr?"
The blonde woman smiles. "Oh, I am sorry. Your friend hasn't arrived yet."
"Could ah be seated now? Ah can wait for him at the table."
"Certainly." The woman picks up an over-large menu and starts to lead her off. "Smoking or non?"
~He can deal.~ "Smoking please."
"Alright."
The woman shows her to a table and helps her get settled in. "Your waiter will be right with you."
"Great." Rogue pulls out a cigarette. Lights it.
"Miss?" The waiter is young, far younger then herself. He has wavy dark hair, and perfect blue eyes reminiscent of Bobby's. "Can I get you anything while you wait?"
Rogue shakes herself out of her thoughts. No need to make people think she's crazier then she really is. "Ah'd like a drink. Southern Comfort and cranberry juice, if you've got it?"
"No problem. Coming right up. By the way, I like your hair."
She sighs. "Thanks."
He's back with the drink in a few minutes, and she takes a sip, settling in to wait for Eric...
"Miss? Reservation for D'Ancanto and Lensherr?"
The blonde woman smiles. "Oh, I am sorry. Your friend hasn't arrived yet."
"Could ah be seated now? Ah can wait for him at the table."
"Certainly." The woman picks up an over-large menu and starts to lead her off. "Smoking or non?"
~He can deal.~ "Smoking please."
"Alright."
The woman shows her to a table and helps her get settled in. "Your waiter will be right with you."
"Great." Rogue pulls out a cigarette. Lights it.
"Miss?" The waiter is young, far younger then herself. He has wavy dark hair, and perfect blue eyes reminiscent of Bobby's. "Can I get you anything while you wait?"
Rogue shakes herself out of her thoughts. No need to make people think she's crazier then she really is. "Ah'd like a drink. Southern Comfort and cranberry juice, if you've got it?"
"No problem. Coming right up. By the way, I like your hair."
She sighs. "Thanks."
He's back with the drink in a few minutes, and she takes a sip, settling in to wait for Eric...