So I could have wound up with somebody totally awful, then. Lucky me.

( at least they're both a little uncomfortable. that makes her feel a little better about this whole thing. it'd be worse, caroline thinks, if he was super suave and trying to chat her up while she was still debating her own sanity for signing up — and no better, too, if he was miserably unhappy about being here while she was trying to make the best of it. but they're both doing their best to be positive, and that's a start. she can work with that.

as for not having anything in common? well... )

I guess we'll have to find out. ( as her hand slides over the cover of the menu, pulling it open to peruse, she can't help but notice his own glass on his end of the table. ) Though it looks like we have our bar orders in common, at least. What'd you get?

( a mental note to introduce him to the selection at mahogany, if he hasn't already discovered it yet. caroline's quickly found it to be her favorite place for a late night drink, on those nights where she'd have one in public. )