Double Drabble: First Date
Title: First Date
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 518: Time at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is a bag of nerves.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen dithered, checking himself in the mirror, then checking his watch for the umpteenth time. He patted his pockets: phone, keys, wallet… Pulling it out he checked to make sure he had his credit cards and plenty of cash.
His palms were sweating; he almost wiped them on his trousers but thought better of it, going to the bathroom to wash them instead. Should he clean his teeth again? No, there was no point, not when they were going for a meal, so he rummaged around for some mints. He didn’t remember being this nervous on his first date with Katie, or on that night out with Diane.
It was ridiculous, he’d known her for years, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t want to mess this up.
Pulling himself together he checked his watch; time to go. He was picking Tosh up in twenty minutes and it wouldn’t do to be late. He was halfway down the stairs when he remembered the flowers he’d bought on his way home, and had to dash back to get them.
He knocked on Tosh’s door right on time, and when it opened his nerves vanished. He should’ve done this years ago.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 518: Time at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is a bag of nerves.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen dithered, checking himself in the mirror, then checking his watch for the umpteenth time. He patted his pockets: phone, keys, wallet… Pulling it out he checked to make sure he had his credit cards and plenty of cash.
His palms were sweating; he almost wiped them on his trousers but thought better of it, going to the bathroom to wash them instead. Should he clean his teeth again? No, there was no point, not when they were going for a meal, so he rummaged around for some mints. He didn’t remember being this nervous on his first date with Katie, or on that night out with Diane.
It was ridiculous, he’d known her for years, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t want to mess this up.
Pulling himself together he checked his watch; time to go. He was picking Tosh up in twenty minutes and it wouldn’t do to be late. He was halfway down the stairs when he remembered the flowers he’d bought on his way home, and had to dash back to get them.
He knocked on Tosh’s door right on time, and when it opened his nerves vanished. He should’ve done this years ago.
The End