[ michael chews on his bottom lip, waiting a few seconds for a reply. ultimately, he's too shy to read whatever might come back, so after sending off the diner's address, he quickly shoves his phone into his back pocket with a slightly warm face. this is going to be a good day, he thinks. shy or not, michael's still aware that a neutral, public place might make it harder for sabrina to ask him anything personal he doesn't want to answer. she won't be able to yell at him the way she did in nonah, at least.
he wonders if the cat will be there.
a trip through the porter and a few blocks' walk will take sabrina down to a quiet corner of heropa, where the diner michael directed her to will be waiting. it's a pretty cute place; all pink countertops and teal seats, the booths and the stools at the bar all lain on top of black and white check flooring. michael's already waiting in a booth at the far corner of the diner when sabrina arrives, his chin on the heel of his palm, his elbow on the counter he's sitting at.
he lights up when he sees sabrina. beams at her like he's never been so excited to see someone. there's a waitress that's been waiting on him, some middle-aged woman with hair that curls too tightly, and he very gently tugs the corner of her apron with two fingers to keep her attention so he can finish ordering. cherry pie, chocolate milkshake. she leaves, calls him Angel as she goes and laughs like she's known him for a while now, and michael starts hurriedly cleaning the counter of any crumbs with his sleeves, like he wants to impress sabrina with the best and cleanest dining experience she's ever had. ]
Um, hey. Hold on, let me just...
[ clean, clean. he smiles when he's done, pulling the long sleeves of his t-shirt over both of his hands before lacing his fingers together and holding them between his knees. ]
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thennnnnnnn itttttttt's a date.
[ michael chews on his bottom lip, waiting a few seconds for a reply. ultimately, he's too shy to read whatever might come back, so after sending off the diner's address, he quickly shoves his phone into his back pocket with a slightly warm face. this is going to be a good day, he thinks. shy or not, michael's still aware that a neutral, public place might make it harder for sabrina to ask him anything personal he doesn't want to answer. she won't be able to yell at him the way she did in nonah, at least.
he wonders if the cat will be there.
a trip through the porter and a few blocks' walk will take sabrina down to a quiet corner of heropa, where the diner michael directed her to will be waiting. it's a pretty cute place; all pink countertops and teal seats, the booths and the stools at the bar all lain on top of black and white check flooring. michael's already waiting in a booth at the far corner of the diner when sabrina arrives, his chin on the heel of his palm, his elbow on the counter he's sitting at.
he lights up when he sees sabrina. beams at her like he's never been so excited to see someone. there's a waitress that's been waiting on him, some middle-aged woman with hair that curls too tightly, and he very gently tugs the corner of her apron with two fingers to keep her attention so he can finish ordering. cherry pie, chocolate milkshake. she leaves, calls him Angel as she goes and laughs like she's known him for a while now, and michael starts hurriedly cleaning the counter of any crumbs with his sleeves, like he wants to impress sabrina with the best and cleanest dining experience she's ever had. ]
Um, hey. Hold on, let me just...
[ clean, clean. he smiles when he's done, pulling the long sleeves of his t-shirt over both of his hands before lacing his fingers together and holding them between his knees. ]
Hi.