Arriving punctually, fifteen minutes before it hit midday, Cleo, or rather, Sarah, was sat at a table in a book cafe known as The Erudite, waiting for her date to arrive. Her leg bounced, not quite anxious, but excited and interested to see what kind of person the waitress would be guiding to her table. Again, she really hoped that it wouldn't be somebody disgusting, or worse, underaged. It would have been very embarrassing if she had set up this date and it turned out that 'Mizuki' was actually a teenage boy still in High School or something. Her reputation would probably never recover.
She'd taken to distracting herself with a book that she'd pulled off of a nearby shelf, humming as she read through it, some fairly average and bland fantasy novel that wasn't so much capturing her attention as it was giving her a way to distract her mind and keep her from staring out of her booth, trying to keep herself from spooking passers by.
She'd taken to wearing a sleeveless tank top and a set of leggings, practically yoga pants, having planned to go for a run at some point after the date was concluded. Now all that was left was to wait for the real Mizuki to arrive and hope that things weren't awkward.
@Ueno Mizuki
She'd taken to distracting herself with a book that she'd pulled off of a nearby shelf, humming as she read through it, some fairly average and bland fantasy novel that wasn't so much capturing her attention as it was giving her a way to distract her mind and keep her from staring out of her booth, trying to keep herself from spooking passers by.
She'd taken to wearing a sleeveless tank top and a set of leggings, practically yoga pants, having planned to go for a run at some point after the date was concluded. Now all that was left was to wait for the real Mizuki to arrive and hope that things weren't awkward.
@Ueno Mizuki

