Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2011 18:48:12 GMT -5
Natalia was not pleased, and everyone in the café around her could tell, and avoided her. Wisely, a majority of the lovey-dovey couples had moved their chairs and tables away from the increasingly annoyed Belarusian. Even the waitresses seemed to be avoidant, which was perfectly fine with Natalia. She didn’t want to deal with anyone at the moment, not the gushy Valentine’s Day-goers, the pathetic workers of the establishment, and least of all whatever fool was supposed to be showing up on this stupid so-called date (which had better be soon, or she was really going to lose it. It was bad enough she had to come, she would not tolerate being stood up. She would make the unlucky fellow pay for it.)
She sighed, glancing up at the clock and drumming her fingernails against the table, noting that her date had about ten more minutes to get their butt to the café so she could get this over and done with.
She didn’t even know how it had happened. She had been sitting idly in class when the announcements were made and the teacher had passed out slips that said where the students were to meet their blind date. She didn’t remember signing up for such a thing, but it worked as extra credit (which she could never have too much of; the ideal wife is intelligent and does not flunk school under any circumstances whatsoever) so she had resigned herself to her irritating fate, and vowed that if she ever met the idiot who dared sign her up for such a thing, they would find themselves helpless to stop their own self-mutilation and eventual suicide.
So now, here she was. In the café. Waiting for her date, the one she hadn’t even wanted.
What she wanted was to be with one of her elder siblings, Ivan or Anya. However, it seemed anya had not been unfortunate enough to be in this ridiculous event, and Ivan was with Nikita (whom, while she was envious, she was also quite pleased for; Nikita deserved some time with their precious bpat since she got to share a dorm with him), and she was with someone she did not even know.
Her gaze wandered out the door, wondering when the fool would be coming.
It had never even occurred to her to remember the name of who was supposed to be coming; she hadn’t registered it when she noticed it wasn’t either of her siblings, and she was now regretting not remembering. Maybe she had known of them?
That didn’t matter now, however. All that mattered was her date had better be there within the remaining five minutes to noon.
She sighed, glancing up at the clock and drumming her fingernails against the table, noting that her date had about ten more minutes to get their butt to the café so she could get this over and done with.
She didn’t even know how it had happened. She had been sitting idly in class when the announcements were made and the teacher had passed out slips that said where the students were to meet their blind date. She didn’t remember signing up for such a thing, but it worked as extra credit (which she could never have too much of; the ideal wife is intelligent and does not flunk school under any circumstances whatsoever) so she had resigned herself to her irritating fate, and vowed that if she ever met the idiot who dared sign her up for such a thing, they would find themselves helpless to stop their own self-mutilation and eventual suicide.
So now, here she was. In the café. Waiting for her date, the one she hadn’t even wanted.
What she wanted was to be with one of her elder siblings, Ivan or Anya. However, it seemed anya had not been unfortunate enough to be in this ridiculous event, and Ivan was with Nikita (whom, while she was envious, she was also quite pleased for; Nikita deserved some time with their precious bpat since she got to share a dorm with him), and she was with someone she did not even know.
Her gaze wandered out the door, wondering when the fool would be coming.
It had never even occurred to her to remember the name of who was supposed to be coming; she hadn’t registered it when she noticed it wasn’t either of her siblings, and she was now regretting not remembering. Maybe she had known of them?
That didn’t matter now, however. All that mattered was her date had better be there within the remaining five minutes to noon.