<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/la8WTxr.png)(https://i.imgur.com/lKcZnm2.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aelis Flametongue<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 1st, Friday. 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> A local brunch cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fashionably Casual Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wroclife.pl/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/SMART-CASUAL.jpg)</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana Sinclare<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Currently distracted<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> Refuses to physically hide what little information he shows about being a dragon in his human form.<br/></span><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/O2D5nwb.png)</div><br/><em>Dear Miss Sinclare</em>… Backspace …<em>Dear Liliana</em>…<em>Sinclare</em>…? No. Backspace …<em>Sinclare Liliana</em>…! Delete.<br/><br/>Aelis let out a drawn out sigh and took a sip of his hot coffee a moment after while intently staring at his laptop screen in front of him with great concentration. A plate of what used to be eggs benedict with spinach rested on the table he sat at behind his laptop waiting to be collected while a small bowl of fresh and local seasonal fruit was beside the laptop currently being slowly worked on. The coffee was his second cup and he chose to sit in the outside seating of the restaurant. He sat in a spot where he could have the solid building behind him so no one could spy on what he was working on.<br/><br/>He was distracted with the thoughts of how he was supposed to start this email. He wanted to appear professional but he also didn’t want to sound stuck-up and strict. He also didn’t want to sound too casual or too friendly in the sense of being too familiar and coming off as rude. You see, he had never met Liliana Sinclare before. Not once. He’s only seen a picture of her and what she provided as a profile was all he had to go off of with learning who she was.<br/><br/>He was in the market for a bride, and never traditionally dating before now as he used to be ferociously busy starting up a personal business, he felt going to something similar to a dating website would be best for him. However, finding a proper dating website for someone of his kind proved to be exasperatingly difficult and the ones he found for species outside his own didn’t interest him enough. That’s when he found the Spouse Program started by none other than Prime Minister Eiji Tasuo. The candidates were all humans of any gender and, to his surprise yet understandment, sexuality. He understood that the humans on that site were more often than not looking for a way to rise up in society for one reason or another. That didn’t bother him. If he could fall in love he found it as a bonus, but he was only looking for someone he could reasonably spend his time with without getting bored or worse, frustrated with them. Yes, he had his friends, but he needed something more intimately stable. Thus, Liliana.<br/><br/>He found her beauty striking, and if he was being honest with himself, it was the only reason he continued to read her profile extensively. For what she had she sounded like someone he could get along with easily and like someone he wouldn’t be embarrassed about bringing around town with him. She was also a baker...though he wouldn’t admit he was interested in that. Not openly anyway. She also seemed to like being outside and that reeled him in enough to start the difficult email. Perhaps if he started with the body first and came back to introductions later. Chewing on a raspberry he continued to type.<br/><br/><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis.</em>...Should he enter in something about his museum? ...He’ll come back to it.<br/><br/><em>I would like to ask</em>… Backspace …<em>request your company this evening at the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would like to</em>… Backspace …<em>enjoy your company and would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me.</em>Myself? No, leave it.<em>Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you.<br/><br/>Sincerely,<br/><br/>Aelis Flametongue</em><br/><br/>With a more relieved sigh upon finishing the text he gave it a thorough read to make sure that it all sounded acceptable before placing that dreaded intro onto it. A waitress came by to collect his empty plate that he paid no mind to and he ate a slice of an orange and a pear while he read over his email in full.<br/><br/><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis. I would like to request your company this evening at the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would enjoy your company and would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me. Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you.<br/><br/>Sincerely,<br/><br/>Aelis Flametongue</em><br/><br/>“...Why is this so difficult.” He wasn’t happy with the letter as it sounded more like a business invitation than one for a date for a potential future marriage proposal. He began to make edits immediately and gave it another read.<br/><br/><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis. I respectfully request your delightful company this evening at 7pm to the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would enjoy having your company and I would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me. Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you to escort you to the restaurant. I hope to hear from you soon.<br/><br/>Sincerely,<br/><br/>Aelis</em><br/><br/>“Hm...better...I guess. I hope.”<br/><br/>He hoped he didn’t come off as being forward, boring, or pushy. He felt he gave enough room in there for her to comfortably decline should she regrettably be uninterested in him but he did hope that he sounded interesting enough while not giving everything to her in the email about himself. Then they would have nothing to discuss during dinner. Wanting to open the letter politely he decided to go with what he put on there the first time, “Dear Miss Sinclare,” and sent the email. If she wanted to get to know him a little more before replying he did fill out a brief profile before looking at others. He mentioned he enjoyed being outside, liked to paint, took trips around the world to view different cultures, and that he was an entrepreneur in the museum business. Now all he had to do was wait. Should he stay on the website? Could people see if he was still on? He didn’t want to come off as still searching so he set up the website to forward all emails to his personal account and signed off, closing the lid to his laptop. Another sigh escaped him but was lighter than the other two.<br/><br/>“I’m glad that’s over with… I wonder if she would be available tonight.” As the thought about receiving a reply, arranging dinner, and having the dinner consumed his thoughts he finished off the bowl of fruit with little interest and continued to sip on his coffee. His phone would ping should he receive any emails.