Scout has been sitting at the table for, oh, he'll assume about five minutes, and he's getting a little bored. Shaking the salt and pepper shakers around can only prove interesting or exciting for about ten seconds, and the rest of the table is, unfortunately, pretty bare. There is a lit candle, but seeing as he's not the biggest fan of fire, he doesn't mess with it. He does stare at the flame for a little while, though, to distract himself from the remains of the knot in his stomach, but before he can really begin to ponder anything about the flame or candle, he hears a voice asking if this is Table B1.
Immediately ignoring the flame and slamming the salt shaker back down on the table, Scout looks over at his blind date and smiles. Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about the date being ugly, since she's obviously not. In fact, she seems to be ... regal, in a way, and of course, he's now nervous for another reason.
"Uh, yeah, yeah this is B1. Name's Scout."
Briefly recalling what his mother had told him in the past about treating women on dates, he stands up, nearly pushing his chair into the table behind him, and wanders over to the chair across Table B1. He pulls it back a little.
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Immediately ignoring the flame and slamming the salt shaker back down on the table, Scout looks over at his blind date and smiles. Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about the date being ugly, since she's obviously not. In fact, she seems to be ... regal, in a way, and of course, he's now nervous for another reason.
"Uh, yeah, yeah this is B1. Name's Scout."
Briefly recalling what his mother had told him in the past about treating women on dates, he stands up, nearly pushing his chair into the table behind him, and wanders over to the chair across Table B1. He pulls it back a little.
"Here y'go."