He’d left the apartment finally after several ( three ) outfit changes that would most likely had been double in already high number if he had not ran out of time and deemed it as inconsequential enough matter when it came to something of such an event as a blind date. In the end the demigod had settled for a white dress shirt with a touch of black flowery patterns, black skinny jeans and ankle boots, his aqua aura crystal matching the vibrant hair whilst septum piercing had been changed to a small plain barbell, nails painted a light pink for a rare change. Sure enough Jimin wanted to put that little extra effort but also not overdo it as the most important thing he had learned, not only with dating and meeting new people but with doing everything, at any point in your life to stay true to yourself, be yourself, don’t embellish reality too much. He’d gone easy with make up to be honest, barely added foundation and gently smudged eyeliner.
Regardless of how experiences have turned out to be in the past he’s taken to following that advice and whilst he had felt extremely nervous about the entire occasion for most of the morning and on his way to the cafe set for location for the date -- date, he had a date wow -- Jimin was gradually calming down, excitement stirring within. It had been awhile he’s last dated, much less gone out with anyone who wasn’t already a friend of his, something which would have been outright peculiar in his case last year. Maybe he’s also been overly wary now, after last relationship ended in heartbreak of own, a cautionary tale for breeding misunderstandings. Add in the rollercoaster of last few months, him moving to Mount Phoenix and settling in, the demigod had jumped on the opportunity to try out something new, reach out of his shell that had almost unknowingly formed and grown only thicker over the past months.
As for what he was hoping out of this particular venture.. would be left to see. He’d rather not jump into decisions headfirst without scouting what lay ahead, but just as same hope was festering over the possibility of a second date if everything went well with this mystery date.
Despite worrying about lost time Jimin arrived at the chosen cafe early, a quick, mildly skittish look around the room and a paranoid double check resulting in no sightings of who he was to meet with, no one with a single flower with them or so much as glancing in his direction, beside the cashier. Taking a seat at a vacant table near back of one wall with direct view to the door, the demigod shed his coat and scarf, draping both across his chair before sitting down and withholding from ordering until his date had arrived, gently twiddling with the flower in own grasp as he attempted to trample down resurfacing nervousness.
Time seemed to slow down in await, as if seconds ticked past in snail’s pace yet after only minutes when the winter pink on cheeks had dissipated the cafe’s door chimed a new arrival and gaze snapped up from daydreaming, quite immediately drawing realisation the person standing next to the door with a flower was who he was here to.. acquaintance himself with. Eyes met with the searching gaze and he straightened up, hand holding own flower lifting up for a wave and the male nearly smacked own face with it. Great. Not the worst first impression in his repertoire but come on. Fighting down the embarrassment -- barely with neck flushing hot, Jimin offered a charmingly sweet smile in greeting as he tried not to stare too hard at the approaching male. He assumed. Really the demigod wasn’t the kind to care about looks even if he certainly appreciated many of pretty faces around here, in silence mind you, sometimes starstruck, but he wasn’t going to pretend the thought of having lucked out didn’t fly past. Okay so maybe Jimin was a little vain sometimes sue him!
“Hi. I um..” Words. Probably should look for them somewhere within the recess of own conscious than his date’s eyes but who knows, he’s found answers in people’s expressions and meaningful gazes before.
