<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>His apartment.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid evening.<br/><br/>There was no book, TV show or music that could distract Arthur for the impending, the date of sorts he had agreed to, his first one in decades. Maybe he should have go and get some flowers or something for her? No, don't be silly, it wasn't a date. It was just a youthful thing, going out for some drinks. Uncompromising. Informal. Flowers would only make him look even older, and what was she going to do with them? Leave them at his house? Ridiculous.<br/><br/>Resisting the impulse to write as a distraction, as it wouldn't help at all, Arthur was trapped in his own house, that empty apartment, imagining how it was going to be, how he should behave, what should he say... to no avail. It was after a while of worries and doubts when Arthur was caught by surprise by the knocks on the door. Even if low, the sound could be clearly heard in the quiet house, but Arthur caught himself midway there, not wanting to seem like an anxious boy.<br/><br/>"No one is going to mistake you for a boy, old fool" he joked with his reflection, as he made sure his outfit was on point. As he approached the door, the bell made him smile. Perhaps he wasn't the only one nervous there, although the only one old fashioned as far as he knew was him, and there she was, being picked up by the girl instead of the other way around.<br/><br/>Opening the door, he had hoped that his look was on point, but as it was wide open he completely forgot about himself, and could only stare at how different Cassie looked. Sure, it wasn't just the beautiful outfit and how appropriate it looked on her, but how preppy she could look when she wasn't working. The general effect was dazzling, and even Arthur was at a loss of words for way too many seconds, but it also reminded him of how young she was, whatever her age may be.<br/><br/>"You look gorgeous" Arthur complimented, short and honest. "I was afraid to wear something inappropriate, but I think we match" he added with that expressive smile of his. Making sure he had the wallet, keys and phone in the jacket, he closed the apartment door behind him, stepping closer to Cassie. "So..." he mumbled, unsure on how to behave, ending up offering an arm for Cassie to hang from. Was it weird? It felt nice to him, so Arthur tried to stop worrying and just enjoy it. "Out for drinks was it?" he said, desperate for Cassie to take the initiative in those lands uncharted for him.