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Eleonora may have been running a little late to her meeting with JR, but it was not without good reason. She had to print out some reference pictures of sets and whatnot from other Footloose productions, âcause sheâd forgotten to do that until she was pulling out of the driveway to leave. She was barely running late, anyhow â like, fifteen minutes, tops. Theyâd been working together since she got here, just about, and her chronic lateness was nothing new⌠and, you know, he was still working with her, so, it was working out so far.
JR really was a saint, in her humble opinion â he kinda had to be to work with her in spring musical season!
However many minutes later, Eleonora finally pulled into the dinerâs parking lot. She wasted no time in hopping out of the car and trotted up to and into the building as fast as her little legs and heels would allow without, like, dying. It didnât take her long to spot JR, and she then slid into the seat opposite his, setting her handbag down beside her. A manila folder, that looked like it contained more than a few papers, poked out of it.Â
âSo, so sorry Iâm lateâŚ,â Eleonora said sheepishly, still somehow appearing chipper. She pulled out the folder and slapped it down on the table, proceeding to drum her fingers on it, â⌠but I did come prepared.â
For as long as he knew Eleonora, he knew of her tardinessâ though JR wasnât one to speak, appearing fashionably late for most things in his life. He paid the passing minutes no attention as he drowned crunchy potato bits in a mountain of ketchup and dumped enough sugar in his coffee to power a small child for three days.
He looks up in midst of his feast as the diner door chimes. She was hard to miss, always dressed to the nines. She had this distinctly hot mom look about her (I believe there is a technical term for that) and he often wondered if she taught any girls named Stacy or if that was just a fantasy shared between him and the fountainâs of Wayne.
He greets her with a smile eyes taking a cautious glance down at the folder she had prepared for him. Oh boy he must be in for a treat. âNo problem, gave me ample time to eat anyways,â he says motioning with his fork to the plate in front of him. âI think prepared is a bit of an understatement, but open it up! Letâs see what miracles I get to preform,â














