Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-121.208.115.13-20150906104828/@comment-3991308-20150908101844

Icarus had slung his guitar over his shoulder and left his dorm. The Juniper guy had been hoping to get to his arranged date a little early – after all, first impressions were important, and late dates always fretted pretty girls, and the last thing Icarus wanted was to make a pretty girl fret. Not that he knew that his blind date was pretty, since he never saw her, but most (or rather, all) girls were, so he assumed.

5:50, and Icarus burst into the café, hoping that he was early enough to surprise his date. He looked around, the café still filled with gossiping students and small friendgroups, with the exception of a girl on her MirrorPhone.

She could have been Icarus' date. He didn't know. A part of him hoped she wasn’t, since his plan to turn up early wouldn’t have worked. But still, he should probably check, shouldn’t he?

“You aren't waiting for a certain Icarus Juniper, are you?" he asked.