Let's Go Fly A Kite (BD)(INACTIVE)

[hal]

Hal was wearing "nice" by his standards. And by nice of course he was wearing jeans with minimal grease stains and holes and a clean black t-shirt. Oh, and relatively unscuffed shoes. Yup, that was "nice" for a mechanic. And he didn't even know why. The whole blind dating thing was kinda weird for Hal, especially when he thought about the girls that he could be paired up.

Oh God. What if it was a kid? A 20 year old who was expecting Prince Charming and got him. Hal was pretty solid is his self-confidence but it didn't change the fact that having somebody scream and run away, or cringe, was kinda hard to swallow. Hal shuddered at the thought and went over his planned date again.

Kite flying and a picinic. Hal had taken the time to cook and pack the lunch himself. Cold dishes from all sorts of cultures. There was even wine and dessert. Well, if she was old enough for wine that is. Hal glanced at his watch. Well, he was on time. He had mailed directions to the grassy area where the date was to be held. It was in one of the many open areas in Central Park. It was perfect for picinicing and kite flying. Hopefully the chick would like what he'd done. If not, he can leave her with the food and get back to work. Yeah. Think about work. Hal will always have work as long as people drove cars.

Think of cars old man and maybe it won't be too horrible.

[lefantomeromance]

Christine looked at the paper in her hands, which held the place she was to have her blind date at. She was a little wary about this, and was only put up to it by some girls in the club who thought she could use a break. She was cautious, but she tried her best to force a smile. After all, what was the harm in a simple date?

She twirled her white lace parasol in her hands, sticking the paper back into her small lace clutch as she looked back up at the sunlit sky. She was wearing a knee length white skirt that billowed in the wind, like her hair, which was tucked under a pageboy, white hat. She wore a pink t-shirt underneath a mid-drift cut blue jean jacket, that stopped in the middle of her forearm. She forgoed the red scarf today, as it was beginning to be spring, with no need for warm wear. And she doubted a date with another man would warrant a reminder of the man who she really longed for.

The weather was nice, and it was the perfect day for a picnic. She had high hopes for this guy. He seemed the romantic type, and that was just what she needed. Someone to sweep her off her feet. A date in the park appealed to her nicely, and she was so glad she had been paired with someone who was so... thoughtful and sweet, and perhaps elegant and poised and--

Oh, dear God in heaven. No. Nu-uhn. This was not going to happen. There was no way in HELL she was doing this.

One look at the guy and she wanted to run away.

The poor dear. It probably wasn't his fault he had a peg leg. But she couldn't help but stick still in her place. She was quite terrified of this man. For starters, he was FAR too old for her. Secondly, she hated tatoos, and he seemed to be covered in them. Thirdly, he was quite fearful sight to behold. Fourthy, he was WAAAAAY too old for her.

She gulped. "Um... I... I... I'm Christine!" She said quickly, but trying to be polite. She held her hand out for him to shake. "Pleased to meet you!"

Well, who knows? Maybe he was a nice guy? He had planned this nice picnic in the park, after all.