Cafe' Poetry and Art Readings {Blind Date}

[damiennathaniel]

Damien had stuck to his regular suit and tie combonation for his blind date. He was a bit nervous about his first impression with the date he was paired up with cause he never really had been on a date although he was told many times that he should. Damien looked around the area of the cafe that was bustling about with people. The music that was coming out of the cafe doors didn't really please him but he could handle it. It was jazz music after all and it gave the cafe the atomsphere that he was hoping for. There was supposed to be an art gallery and a poetry open mic night that night so he hoped his blind date Emma would appreciate his choice of what to do that evening.

Damien headed over towards the cafe as he looked around awaiting the arrival of his date as he leaned his back up against the brick building, shoving his hands into his black jacket pockets. He was happy finally to get out and about but still was nervous cause he didn't really know how to act around many people except for those that were mourning after their lost loved ones. So this would hopefully open a whole new door for Damien as he watched those around him with curiousity.

[misscarew]

Miss Emma Carew still wondered why she'd even signed up for a blind date as she changed from her paint splattered jeans and shirt and into a black dress that knew how to hug her each and every curve. She was still dealing with being rejected by Henry Jekyll. ...But maybe this will be fun... she thought to herself as she slid her feet into her black stilietto heels and put her chandeliere earrings on. She slightly scrunched her dark brown waves and made sure her fringe (bangs) hung perfectly over her forehead, unknowningly hiding something.

Sliding on her bangle bracelet and rose ring, Emma sighed softly. Into the dating pool, a place she thought she'd never plundge. She was so concentrated with her art, she didn't think she had time but apparently she did. She grabbed her black clutch and headed out the door. Pulling out the scrap of paper, she saw where she was to be going. The jazz club. ...Well...I do like jazz... she thought, smiling a bit. She hopped in a cab and headed there.

Entering the dim, smokey atmosphere of the club, unknown to her, Emma actually looked like a screen siren from a old black and white film. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed around the club, searching for someone who looked maybe a little nervous. Something drew her eyes right to a guy with black hair in a suit. ...there's the guy.. she thought as she headed over there. "Hi there." she said softly to him once she reached him, her Welsh accent brushing over her words "I'm Emma."