Post by Oliver Rearden on Aug 14, 2016 2:39:26 GMT
Ollie sat there with a mixture of sadness and boredom and kept looking at the door. One of the boys at the lab had set him up on a blind date and as far as he could tell he had been stood up. He had gotten dressed up in his best clothes. It was a black suite with a white shirt and electric blue tie. He wanted to show up as a cat, but that would have killed conversation. It was just more comfortable. The food tasted better and he did not have to wear these silly clothes. The excuse to cuddle for warmth or have them pet him was also nice. Instead he had been sitting here for an hour nursing a drink and staring at a door. He tried to distract himself with thoughts of work, but the nerves kept getting to him. He kept staring at that door. The waiter kept checking on him and he kept delaying not wanting to be rude. He kept checking his phone hoping for a message and had even made a few calls trying to find out what was going on. Nothing. This was all seeming like some bad joke at his expense. He had not been keen on the idea as it was and was slowly getting irritated. He did his best not to show it, but it was hard to hide. He could have been building things, but no, his coworkers had decided to waste his time with this mess.
