For Belgium

[deutschemann]

[He arrived an hour early before the promised time despite spending all night reading on manuals about what to do on dates. He's learned from his past experiences and made sure the books he got had some credibility. So now he's wearing something comfortable and less formal. Just a simple brown coat, beige dress shirt, light brown slacks, and clean cut loafers.]

[He's also holding a small present which he keeps inside his pants pocket for later. No flowers, nothing too big. He wouldn't want to give too much of an impression. No, never again. Hopefully, this time it would go well without any misunderstandings.]

Comments

[deutschemann]

Really? I didn't see you as that type either.

It seems there's a lot I still don't know about you but I'm interested in finding out.

[There's a tone in his voice that sounds eager, kind of like when he's discovering a new alternative source of green energy.]

[bellabelgium]

Well, you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

[ Classifying types isn't something she's fond of. She's always known that being go much deeper than that. She gets the hint of eagerness and she smiles a little smile, sweet and friendly. She turns her back on the piranhas, leaning back against the rail keeping the crowds from the glass. ]

What would you like to know?

[ She asks lightly and openly, as if she's an open book willing to give answers. ]

[deutschemann]

[Considering he has manuals on how to understand so and so nation, he's not the brightest when it comes to reading books that aren't actually books.]

[He muses on his question. Something that can help him understand her better.]

If you were given only one hour to prepare a dinner meeting with your boss at your house, while your dogs need to be walked, and you're constantly badgered by people to help them tie their shoelaces and pick up girls, how would you handle the situation? Ah, and you're out of beer.