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Date Posted: 20:29:19 07/19/05 Tue
Author: Brad
Subject: *sigh...* Slow Drivers...
In reply to: Neerah 's message, "Breathe" on 09:45:06 07/19/05 Tue

((I think that its safe to say, judging from the rest of the posts that there are no waitresses here... I'll improvise.))

::He was polite, but careful not to make her feel uncomfortable. He opened the door for her and let her lead, but wasn't forward. He didn't offer his arm because he wasn't quite sure how she'd respond. Immediatly when he entered, the aromas of cheese, sauce and pepperonis ((That word looks really weird spelled out...)) filled his sense of smell and he was even hungier than before. He followed her and seated himself across the table.
No sooner than they sat down did a waitress come to place two empty glasses in front of them and direct them to the soda fountain. She then proceeded to explain that she would be back in a few moments to take their order. Brad rose to get his drink and offered to get hers as well. He simply wanted water... feeling adventerous tonight, aren't we Bradley? He looked at her and knew that this dinner would probably be slightly awkward, but no matter. He did like her company.::
So... what are you in the mood for?
::He asked as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass, letting a few trikles of water run down the sides. He had been concentrating on that as he spoke, but he looked up at her for a reply.::

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