ashesofprincess:
Ivy’s night had turned out to be completely pathetic. Pathetic enough that she could swear the waiters and waitresses at the restaurant were whispering behind her back, very likely taking bets now on how long she was going to stay before she left. She lasted for about an hour before she accepted the fact she got stood up by her date, and another half an hour, just to give the guy the benefit of the doubt before she decided to take the walk of shame. She gave up on her table and headed towards the bar instead, under the pity eyes of the staff.
It was still early enough, it would be a waste of a damn good outfit she recently just bought, so even with the pathetic turn of events, it couldn’t possibly get any worse than that, right? She was already there, she might as well just take the opportunity and try to enjoy the rest of the evening as much as she still could. A few drinks would surely get the job done. And with that in mind, Ivy Belfrey put down her purse on the counter and ordered herself an extra dirty vodka martini before she took one final glance at the door and sat down on the stool, legs crossed and her back facing the entrance.
@hcnrydmills ♥
Blind dates were a terrible idea that Henry Mills often protested. For years friends did their best to set the author up with person after person with no luck. Every single person fell flat for the guy, did not show up, or he was the jerk who decided not to come last minute. After months of whining from a friend to meet someone he caved. This would be the last as promised by the group of friends. A dejected attitude was paired with dress khakis and a blue button up. Not much effort was put into attire as chances of the date blossoming to more was slim to none. That said the guy made sure he looked nice but not going out to dinner with the family or attending a wedding good.
Forty five minutes passed with little fanfare as the woman decided not to show or bolted when the empty table came into view. Under no circumstances was the guy going to sit at a table alone to wait when the bar was just as comfortable. If the date showed Henry would pay the tab before relocated to join. A glass of scotch rested in the palm of his hand as eyes absent mindedly watched the basketball game on screen. Suddenly the seat next was taken drawing attention from the screen to his left. Brows rose curiously as Henry tried not to notice how beautiful the woman was. “Rough day?” He chuckled in an lame attempt to spark conversation after the drink was ordered. The beverage of choice normally came paired with stress or nerves for most.















