closed for: @lorelailewis
where: driftwood, speed dating
"Ah, see. I knew if I moved around these tables enough I'd have to end up sitting across from someone hot at some point."
Law of averages, simple deduction or showing up with the knowledge that she would be there -- it didn't matter. He was finally at the table he wanted to be at.
Atlas had little interest in speed dating and even less interest in everyone else who was attending it, but the idea of the pair of them signing up to it had seemed a funny one at the time and he was already on his fifth backstory.
"So, what'cha looking for? Tall, dark and handsome?" Asks short, pale and depends-on-the-audience, "Maybe a bitta East Coast excellence after too many West Coast weirdos? You're in luck if so."
