[ john wasn't going to reveal what the text had said. apart from a few worrying responses he received that week, most of the conversations that spawned from that virus had gone over remarkably well -- he wouldn't be meeting up with someone in a tea shop if they hadn't.
it was just a shame he was running a bit late today. he slips inside and his eyes sweep across the tea room, looking for a head of black hair; ever since he found out her name, he was picturing one of those pantomime actresses you saw after christmas.
needless to say, she exceeds this expectation when he finally spots her sitting alone at a table and walks over. ] Err.. Snow?
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it was just a shame he was running a bit late today. he slips inside and his eyes sweep across the tea room, looking for a head of black hair; ever since he found out her name, he was picturing one of those pantomime actresses you saw after christmas.
needless to say, she exceeds this expectation when he finally spots her sitting alone at a table and walks over. ] Err.. Snow?