Waverly Dane
The Bachelorette
Waverly entered the restaurant with a heavy, dramatic sigh. Another day, another blind date. She’d turned down the rest of the men her parents attempted to set her up with, and she was already expecting this one to end the same way. She brushed her long dark hair off her shoulder, revealing a distracting pair of diamond earrings. Waverly smoothed down the front of her white dress, making sure she looked presentable before she was taken to her table.
She followed the hostess to a quiet table in the VIP section on the 2nd floor and surveyed the scene. A table for two, candle light, and a bottle of expensive wine – how cliché. Waverly rolled her eyes and took a seat, waiting for her date to arrive. She’d received very little details about the man she was about to meet, only that he was the same age, and the CEO of a business. All of these men were the same, they loved their companies and business was all they liked to talk about. She decided then and there that she would get up and walk out if that’s where the night was headed.
Taking a quick look at the time, she figured that he would be arriving soon and pulled out her compact. Carefully she touched up her lipstick and made sure the rest of her makeup still looked pristine. She sat back in her chair, satisfied with her appearance. A few minutes passed and she impatiently looked around, still no sign of her mystery man. How she hated to be kept waiting. Waverly crossed her arms and sunk down slightly in her chair.
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
She followed the hostess to a quiet table in the VIP section on the 2nd floor and surveyed the scene. A table for two, candle light, and a bottle of expensive wine – how cliché. Waverly rolled her eyes and took a seat, waiting for her date to arrive. She’d received very little details about the man she was about to meet, only that he was the same age, and the CEO of a business. All of these men were the same, they loved their companies and business was all they liked to talk about. She decided then and there that she would get up and walk out if that’s where the night was headed.
Taking a quick look at the time, she figured that he would be arriving soon and pulled out her compact. Carefully she touched up her lipstick and made sure the rest of her makeup still looked pristine. She sat back in her chair, satisfied with her appearance. A few minutes passed and she impatiently looked around, still no sign of her mystery man. How she hated to be kept waiting. Waverly crossed her arms and sunk down slightly in her chair.
[member="Marek Starchaser"]