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The Italians would say... "Mi Dispiace."

Oct 13, 2010 11:32

WHO: Ivan and Emiliana
WHEN: October 13th, Late Evening
WHERE: A Four-Star Italian Restaurant at the Intersection of Pearl St. And Harbor Ave.
WHAT: It was meant to be an apology for events that transpired two weeks before, but it turns into a melancholy.

( Wait, weren't we supposed to be talking about John? What's all this about 2007? )

status: complete, deep convo is good for the soul, my life is fail, not gay just hungover, bitch you made my girl cry, date night, russia, i swear to drunk i'm not god, waaaangst, south mexico, trotsky/kahlo = otp, this is madness

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Here's the book, now the saga's begun~♬ salylimon October 13 2010, 18:20:05 UTC

She had almost opted on skipping out on Ivan. She had considered calling him, saying she was busy, sick even, unable to make it to dinner after all.

But a promise was a promise, regardless of the fact that she could have kept him waiting. But that was too cruel. Even for her. Though, being here made her nervous, uncomfortable. In lieu of theire small coffee date some time ago, this was much more...intimate, really.

What was she doing-

Now, however, as the waiter walked her over towards the waiting Russian, Emi briefly considered turning around and making a run for it. Perhaps driving back to Jared's apartment in order to lock herself up in his room for an hour or two. But that wouldn't be fair to the Russian. Not really. Though, the closer they got, the more she began to feel underdressed. Resisting the urge to tug nervously at the sleeves of her jacket, she absently adjusted the headband resting neatly on top her head as the waiter all but abandoned her ( ... )

das_vedanya October 13 2010, 18:41:03 UTC

He let out a nervous laugh as the two of them mutually took their respected seats, and spent the next several seconds shuffling feet and scooting about the chair to make things ideally less uncomfortable for their already uncomfortable situation. "Nyet, please, this is my apology. It would be meaningless if you had to pay as well, da?" He smoothed out the trouser wrinkles on his knees with a stroke of his palms. Realizing seconds later that he was staring, he reached for the menu and scoured for something that sounded appetizing to a stomach already full of butterflies and moths ( ... )

salylimon October 13 2010, 22:23:37 UTC

"I still think doing this over coffee would have been better." Better. And perhaps even less awkward and much quicker, really. Now they were stuck here, separated by a small table, crisp white tablecloth, a neat, floral centerpiece, and an unlit candle ( ... )

das_vedanya October 13 2010, 23:45:15 UTC

He nearly upset the wine glass in his attempt to grab its neck. "Well, it's... I can only imagine how traumatic this is for you." He stared at his ruby red reflection in the thick liquid shivering down the sides of his wine glass, then brought it to his lips and downed the last ounce - frowned, and wished the waiter had left the bottle ( ... )

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