Strange Little Valentine || Blind Date || Penelope & Jefferson
Date: 14th February, Valentine's Day
Location: Outside Penelope's home, Storybrooke, Maine
Jefferson held a slip of paper in his fingers, giving it one last check to ensure that, yes, he was at the right house. Satisfied, he slipped it into his jacket pocket, stifling a sigh. Why did he sign up anyway? It wasn't as if he didn't have enough company. This woman (Penelope Fields, was it?) was one of the few he didn't know. Not by name, at least. Maybe he'd remember once he saw her face. After all, he knew every face in Storybrooke who had passed his telescopes.
He made his way to the door, pausing once he reached it. He held one hand to it, the other raised to read his watch. He waited until the exact second when the second hand clicked seven thirty, before giving three short knocks.