TheCentaur
Really Experienced
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- Jan 28, 2005
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Dinner Companion (closed for Angelique127 & myself)
OOC:
Jake, age 32, average handsome businessman
IC:
It was another hotel stay for me. Life as a consultant always meant frequent travel. This particular night I arrived at my hotel around 7pm. After checking in, I decided to grab a bite to eat at a restaurant near the hotel. It was a nice local place, not extravagant by any means, but certainly a step up from a Chili's.
Being a Tuesday, the place was not crowded at all. I was seated in a quiet section of the restaurant, with only one person seated nearby. That person was a woman, attractive yet down to earth. Looked like she was waiting for someone. We acknowledged each other's presence with a quick smile, and I sat at my table and began looking over the menu.
I heard the woman's cell phone ring. She answered it and walked away to a private area to conduct the conversation. She returned a few minutes later, noticeably upset, eyes red. The waitress came and took my order, and went over to the lady, who nearly chugged her glass of wine and then asked for another. When the waitress left, she put her head in her hands and just stared at her cell phone on the table in front of her.
I knew she needed someone to talk to. "Miss," I said, "it's obvious that call was pretty upsetting. If you think it will do some good to vent your troubles to a complete stranger, I'm more than willing to listen."
OOC:
Jake, age 32, average handsome businessman
IC:
It was another hotel stay for me. Life as a consultant always meant frequent travel. This particular night I arrived at my hotel around 7pm. After checking in, I decided to grab a bite to eat at a restaurant near the hotel. It was a nice local place, not extravagant by any means, but certainly a step up from a Chili's.
Being a Tuesday, the place was not crowded at all. I was seated in a quiet section of the restaurant, with only one person seated nearby. That person was a woman, attractive yet down to earth. Looked like she was waiting for someone. We acknowledged each other's presence with a quick smile, and I sat at my table and began looking over the menu.
I heard the woman's cell phone ring. She answered it and walked away to a private area to conduct the conversation. She returned a few minutes later, noticeably upset, eyes red. The waitress came and took my order, and went over to the lady, who nearly chugged her glass of wine and then asked for another. When the waitress left, she put her head in her hands and just stared at her cell phone on the table in front of her.
I knew she needed someone to talk to. "Miss," I said, "it's obvious that call was pretty upsetting. If you think it will do some good to vent your troubles to a complete stranger, I'm more than willing to listen."
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