Thread: Date Nights (Kara and Crescent)

You ask a lot of questions and there is definitely an awkwardness about the conversation. The awkwardness borne from the fact that part of me does know why I'm here, or at least I think I do. Not really having an idea of your motives or the scope of your designs, but however naive I may be to male affections there was no mistaking the lingering glare that came with your proposal. It's easier to think that you are lonely and want my company and this is what is getting me through but there were definite hints in your proposition with the terms date and alone time. It was what prompted my original spirited rejection and what has prompted the quiet apprehensiveness that I have arrived with. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, be it a leering older man whom I'd give away as little as possible to or the friend of my fathers who used to chat kindly to me. What I have is neither yet glimpses of both. You are trying to chat but it's not quite the same natural friendliness as before, there is something else there. You are trying not to stare or make me feel uncomfortable but I can't help but notice the glances that come my way occasionally. Suddenly you look at me directly, the glass perched against my lips, my face really quite pretty as you ask your question. I don't drink it all that often.. I answer truthfully. Alcohol has caused my mother more problems than it has solved, and I've been very aware of that the last few years. Also you are aware I'm not quite of age, yet at the age where it freely flows at university. Due to this, a slight rebellious streak and a small weakness to peer pressure from Anna, I'm not exactly tee-total either. Realizing that I haven't really answered your question and sensing that you may have hoped for a more receptive talker, I take another sip and formulate a better answer. While I still have misgivings about revealing too much, I have chosen to come here tonight and it's only fair that I give you an opportunity. And principally to me, I need this rent arrangement, this is why I'm here. You currently appear to be seeking less than what I had expected, so I feel that I should try harder, realizing that I'm a little cold right now. Before I can elaborate, you are guiding me in the way of wine in the same way you guided me around the home. Shaking my glass, describing it in words such as crisp. You are obviously much more comfortable when talking about something you know, and your confidence in the subject along with the story you tell raises the odd smile from me. Most of them are polite smiles when I feel I should, yet there is the occasional natural smile that comes when faced with a funny anecdote and a direct grin from you. I am easing up, my sips becoming more frequent as you speak, carefully keeping the subject on wine, and making a point to sip from your own glass when I look up at you. A definite story being told to hold my attentions from your subtle directions. So you stole it? I say at the end, and as you nod I can't help myself but to laugh and raise my eyebrows with a little suprise. I cannot really imagine you nearer my age, and I can't really imagine you doing anything fun like that. I do like it, Wine. I tend to drink white if we ever drink in the flat, but I prefer the red. It's more... sociable I think. It's better with food, we used to drink it at christmas. My words are fairly quiet but for the first time I've strung more than a couple of sentences together, not a coincidence that my glass is more empty than it is full, as my personality starts to emerge albeit slightly.