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Myavi was definitely unsure. Part of her cursed how that Jacqueline always did this sort of thing to her. Jacqueline placed an ad in the personals without telling her! And she set up a meeting with a woman who responded! Myavi felt terrible for the poor woman who would answer it. Myavi didn't want to put someone else through the embarrassment of her... endowment. But when Jacqueline grinned that "this was all taken care of", Myavi blushed furiously and couldn't speak a word.
But part of her was excited. Myavi never met someone through the personals. Myavi also wasn't sure if breaking off this "blind date" was the best idea -- Myavi didn't want to offend an innocent person, even a stranger. At least, meeting her was the right thing to do... Wasn't it??
So Myavi sat at the table, wearing a telltale rose with her outfit. She wore a soft red coat on top of her white blouse. Her skirt was long and flowing. The young small half-asian woman nervously bit her lip, and suddenly put her hands in her lap. She looked down at the table, a small mound of torn bits of napkin in front of her. She nervously brushed the erstwhile napkin aside, and picked the pieces of napkin from her nails then looked up.
"Oh... hi," Myavi blushed, to the woman she met through the ad. "I'm... oh, dear what a mess -- I'm Myavi!" she stammered, face as red as the rose on her coat.
But part of her was excited. Myavi never met someone through the personals. Myavi also wasn't sure if breaking off this "blind date" was the best idea -- Myavi didn't want to offend an innocent person, even a stranger. At least, meeting her was the right thing to do... Wasn't it??
So Myavi sat at the table, wearing a telltale rose with her outfit. She wore a soft red coat on top of her white blouse. Her skirt was long and flowing. The young small half-asian woman nervously bit her lip, and suddenly put her hands in her lap. She looked down at the table, a small mound of torn bits of napkin in front of her. She nervously brushed the erstwhile napkin aside, and picked the pieces of napkin from her nails then looked up.
"Oh... hi," Myavi blushed, to the woman she met through the ad. "I'm... oh, dear what a mess -- I'm Myavi!" she stammered, face as red as the rose on her coat.