Reid is absolutely, without a doubt, nervous about this entire set up.
He's still not really sure what possessed him to sign up. What had compelled him to make what was bound to be a futile attempt at meeting a special someone? This isn't like him at all. He's never sought out romance or dating in any capacity; the few times it's happened, he's been veritably whacked over the head with it. Yet he can't deny, either, that being in Cadelle has had a subtle peer pressure effect if nothing else. It's shifted his thinking just a little, just marginally, because everyone is here ostensibly for the same purpose, knows what they're getting into, and has been pre-screened to be at least tolerable human beings who don't murder, kidnap, or assault other human beings.
Sad how tilted his standards have become. But in this environment, maybe he can just-- try. Try once, at least. If it goes horribly, he doesn't have to bring it up again. Or he could leave. Well. Best see who it is first before his brain goes straight down the dire straits pathways.
Reid's ordinary attire is fairly formal, given his job and desperate attempts to make himself seem the age he actually is, so going one step up for an actual date at a reasonably nice restaurant puts him straight into definitely put thought into this territory. He's ditched the more typical cardigans and has on a slightly dowdy suit jacket with his courderoys, a 1970s-esque too-skinny tie on top of it. No one at work ever pegs him as an FBI agent. He'd even left his gun at home, which really says something about him relaxing in Cadelle.
He's also quite early, by a good thirty minutes or so, and is spending his time waiting at the table reading a book at what is something near lightning speed. One finger tracks down the lines as he reads, the other hand holding the book itself upright. He props it against the edge of the table rather than laying it flat, because the pages turn every few seconds; he's active in reading, not passive.
That said, he'll look up quickly and shut the book when he notices someone coming, and stand to greet her. He's a little old-fashioned that way.
[ ooc: feel free to switch to brackets if you prefer, and sorry for the novel :) ]
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He's still not really sure what possessed him to sign up. What had compelled him to make what was bound to be a futile attempt at meeting a special someone? This isn't like him at all. He's never sought out romance or dating in any capacity; the few times it's happened, he's been veritably whacked over the head with it. Yet he can't deny, either, that being in Cadelle has had a subtle peer pressure effect if nothing else. It's shifted his thinking just a little, just marginally, because everyone is here ostensibly for the same purpose, knows what they're getting into, and has been pre-screened to be at least tolerable human beings who don't murder, kidnap, or assault other human beings.
Sad how tilted his standards have become. But in this environment, maybe he can just-- try. Try once, at least. If it goes horribly, he doesn't have to bring it up again. Or he could leave. Well. Best see who it is first before his brain goes straight down the dire straits pathways.
Reid's ordinary attire is fairly formal, given his job and desperate attempts to make himself seem the age he actually is, so going one step up for an actual date at a reasonably nice restaurant puts him straight into definitely put thought into this territory. He's ditched the more typical cardigans and has on a slightly dowdy suit jacket with his courderoys, a 1970s-esque too-skinny tie on top of it. No one at work ever pegs him as an FBI agent. He'd even left his gun at home, which really says something about him relaxing in Cadelle.
He's also quite early, by a good thirty minutes or so, and is spending his time waiting at the table reading a book at what is something near lightning speed. One finger tracks down the lines as he reads, the other hand holding the book itself upright. He props it against the edge of the table rather than laying it flat, because the pages turn every few seconds; he's active in reading, not passive.
That said, he'll look up quickly and shut the book when he notices someone coming, and stand to greet her. He's a little old-fashioned that way.
[ ooc: feel free to switch to brackets if you prefer, and sorry for the novel :) ]