Date Night
You send Aisling the coordinates to your personal transportalizer, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time before she arrives. You had reservations for the best window-side table at this Steakhouse in a Casino you own. It had a beautiful view of the City by the river that ran through it.
It was sure to impress. You hoped.
You’re a little nervous while you adjust your crimson tie, bright against your black shirt and suit jacket. Your hair is perfectly coiffed, (as always), but you run your fingers through it once more for good measure. You’d only ever seen pictures of Aisling online, and that only made you way more nervous than you already were. She was a beautiful girl, and she no doubt probably looked better in person.
You look over to the transportalizer, grabbing your coat and leather gloves. She’d be here soon.
