[ When his date arrives, Nate quickly swipes his book off of the table, standing as he barely avoids sending the flowers flying straight off. He winces, to himself, before switching to a smile, holding a hand out. ]
No, no, 'course not. I was early. I'm Nate.
[ He was, but she's late anyway. Which doesn't matter. Nate takes a good look at her - she's absolutely gorgeous, if young, although he'd be unable to put an age to her (nor would he want to, he is not that bad, thank you very much). After greeting her, he motions for her seat, the two of them settling down.
He has to chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. He is not very used to blind dates. ]
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No, no, 'course not. I was early. I'm Nate.
[ He was, but she's late anyway. Which doesn't matter. Nate takes a good look at her - she's absolutely gorgeous, if young, although he'd be unable to put an age to her (nor would he want to, he is not that bad, thank you very much). After greeting her, he motions for her seat, the two of them settling down.
He has to chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. He is not very used to blind dates. ]
How are you?