Dinner [for Bailey]

[brigid_moran]

Brigid walked down the ebb and flow of the waves, eyes on the boardwalk as she waited for Bailey.

She'd originally intended to go home and change before meeting him for dinner, but she'd, naturally, gotten hung up with her glazes and ended up with no time to get properly cleaned up and still meet him. Luckily, she knew herself well enough and had brought her clothes and what little makeup she wore with her to change at the studio.

Now she waited, the sandals she knew she'd have to wear in the restaurant in her hand, but her feet on the sand and the water kissing her ankles, she did her best to calm her nerves. Then found herself laughing that she was nervous at all. It wasn't a normal feeling for her, but Bailey seemed to bring it out in her.

And she liked the feeling.

Comments

[brigid_moran]

"Aye, I was hopin ye might," Brigid smiled back up at him, her own breathing a little laboured. "And so there's no additional thinkin on it, I'm hopin that's not first and last as far as snoggin goes." She gave him a wink before lowering herself back down to the ground and linking her hand with his. "For now, though, I've moved from peckish t'starvin, so what do ye say about findin food?"

[warmeryouth]

"I think it's safe to say that it was only the first of many more times to come," Bailey promises her with a crooked smile. "I say that I'm of quite a mind to join you."