Blind Date (Open)

[Paul Wilkerson]

Paul posted a note in the boys' bathroom. The note read:

Blind Date
Looking for boyfriend
Location: Bessie's Breakfast and Burgers
Date: This Saturday
Time: 11:30pm

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Paul was sitting alone at a booth. He was waiting for his blind date to show. His mind was racing. So many questions. What if no one was going to show? Did anyone see his note? Did people took it as a joke? Did Paul picked a bad place for blind date? The main reason Paul pick a place that wasn't in Pilot Ridge was because he didn't want to risk running to his friends or his family. What if someone was coming? How would Paul know who was his blind date? It was a blind date. Paul knew nothing of the person who was coming if he was even coming. Paul couldn't remember exactly what he wrote on his note. He didn't remember if he wrote his name or not. Crap. Why? Why? WHY? Why did Paul do this? Why did he listen to Ashlee? Maybe Paul should bail. But what if the guy showed up and Paul wasn't here. What if Paul didn't like him? What if things worked out? Actually, that would be really great.

From the booth Paul could see the door. Paul had thought about switching to the other side of the booth, so he couldn't watch the door. But he stayed in his seat watching the door. Paul hoped that what he was wearing was okay. He had on a red polo shirt with the button undone, shorts, and sneakers. His mother did complimented him when she as him. She thought that Paul looked very nice today. And she thought Paul was hanging out with friends and not going on a blind date. Paul may had fudge the truth some.

"Are you ready to order?" Paul was brought out of his thoughts. He looked up at the waitress. She had placed a glass of ice water on the table for Paul. She had her little notepad and pencil at the ready to take his order.

"Uh, I'm, um, waiting for someone."

"Okay. Would you like me to start get something, so when your friend gets here the food would ready?"

That was idea. Order and the food would be ready when he got here. But Paul didn't know what he would like. Paul could see it now. Paul ordered a hamburger for him and then found he was vegan or something. That would not be a good first impression. "No, that's okay."

"Alright, if you change your mind let me know." The waitress said with smile and left.

Paul took a sip of water. His million of questions were taking over his mind again. Movement by the door catch Paul's attention. The door opened and someone came in. Was it Paul's blind date?

[Sunar Chugani]

The Note, as Sunar mentally referred to it, was intriguingly mysterious. It had given a time and a place, but very little else in terms of useful information. He didn't know the age or gender of the person waiting -- although he assumed that they would be another student, simply because of the location of the note. It would be a little concerning if a faculty member had stuck that sort of note in the school bathroom.

He didn't know anything about the person who had left the note, and he didn't even have any powers that might help him find out more.

That was exciting.

It was that sense of adventure that saw him off Saturday morning. He had dressed in a button down shirt and jeans, because Bessie's was not an especially fancy destination, but with his art supplies taken out of dimensional storage and an 8" wide bouquet of silk flowers shoved in its place because casual or not this was still a date --(he had tried a real flower, picked from a bush while the Hammel landscapers weren't looking, but had been unable to use his power on it -- he supposed that it still counted as alive.)

He had never been on a date before, but everyone knew that flowers were important, even if you didn't know whether or not your date liked flowers.

As soon as he arrived at Bessie's he began looking about for someone who looked like they might have stuck a note to the bathroom door.

There were, unsurprisingly, not very many people his own age there. There were especially not very many people his own age who were alone.

That narrowed down the options a bit.

There was, however, a boy he recognized from school, who looked like he was alone.

Sunar meandered towards the booth, one hand in his pocket and the other waving a greeting.

"Hey, are you the person who was advertising a date?"

[Paul Wilkerson]

Paul eagerly watched the door of the diner. A teenager boy had came in. Paul held his breath at the thought perhaps his date had just walked in. When the teen started to walk towards Paul, he sat a little taller. Paul stood to greet the teen. So, this was Paul's date. He was most certainly good looking. Internally Paul was doing the Snoopy happy dance. Paul had scored, if this works out.

When the teen said the word 'advertising', the word didn't sit right with Paul. 'Advertising' made Paul sound like he was desperate. Yes, Paul was the one who put the note in the bathroom. So, yes, he was kind of advertising. And yes, Paul was a little bit desperate to be in a relationship. So in a way 'advertising' did describe Paul spot on.

"Hi. Yeah, I was the one who made the note." Paul extended his hand to the other, "I'm Paul Wilkerson."

[Sunar Chugani]

Sunar accepted the hand and gave the other boy a casual handshake.

"Are you in Mrs. Taylor's English class?" He asked, examining his blind date curiously. He thought he might recognize the other boy, but perhaps he was confusing him with someone else. That had been known to happen, on occasion.

"That's Mrs. Taylor, not Mister," He added, because sometimes he misheard when people were talking about the English teachers. Two Taylors, and they weren't even related (that he knew about.) Then again, Taylor wasn't an uncommon last name among people of western European descent or those who had taken on their naming conventions due to colonialism and related reasons.

"I'm Sunar. Sunar Chugani."

Now seemed like an appropriate time to break out the flowers, and so he reached his hand into the air and...pulled out a sole silk petal. "Oh." He sighed, staring at the pink fabric. "It looks like I lost it."

He didn't know what you were supposed to do on a date after introductions. Maybe he should have asked Connor what he did on dates with Charlotte. Or he could have asked Dev, but he didn't know if Dev ever had time to do anything like go on dates. If he had, he hadn't told Sunar about it.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam was probably a little old, and apparently supposed to be too mature for this, but.. he couldn't resist.

It probably didn't help that he'd slid backwards in terms of smoking pot. He'd tried. He'd tried so hard. For almost a year and a half he hadn't backpeddled. But after breaking up with Spencer and seeing just how easy it was to get ahold of on his college campus... yeah, he was back, and God he'd missed it.

Despite having graduated what felt like ages ago from Hammel, he still had a few friends on the brink of graduation he kept in contact with from time to time. And when he'd been sent a picture of the ad on the bathroom wall... nope, he couldn't resist. So what if he was twenty two and in college? He could still blind date!

As he arrived at Bessie's (worst case scenario, date sucked but FOOD!), he raked his fingers through his disasterously messy hair and threw the doors open. He had no idea who in the hell his blind date was supposed to be, but there was one very easy way to find out.

"WHO'S MY BLIND DATE?!"

... Anyone with sense would probably run, but Sam didn't run on sense. He was just excited to get out of moping, and back into dating.

[Paul Wilkerson]

“Yeah.” Paul looked over the boy in front of him. His face seemed familiar, but the name Sunar didn’t ring any bells. Perhaps they took the same class just at different period. “Last class of the day.”

Paul watched the other with curiosity when Sunar reached into the air. Paul held back a snicker when only a single pink petal appeared in his date’s hand. It looked like Sunar’s power didn’t work. If Paul didn’t know that Sunar attended at Hammel, Paul would of thought it was a failed magic trick.

Now things got a little awkward. Well, the whole situation was awkward because didn’t have a clue of what to do. It finally had dawn on Paul that they were still standing. Paul motioned to the table with his hand. “Why don’t we sit-” Then the unthinkable interrupted Paul.

The one thing Paul never crossed Paul’s mind. The one thing that would never happen happened. Paul looked at the door. There was a guy wanted to know who his blind date was. No, he couldn’t be looking for Paul. The guy was too old to be at Hammel to see Paul’s note.

He was mortified. Paul was most definitely had no clue what to do.

[Sunar Chugani]

Sunar had, in fact, expected more than one person to show up. After all, who could possibly resist the mystery of finding out who would be bold enough to post a blind date request in the bathroom? He didn't recognize the shouting boy (man? he looked a little old to be a student at Hammel, but he must have been if he saw the note. Maybe he was one of those poor souls who had to attend college locally while coming back to Hammel for power's training.) 

A slow smile spread across his face and he waved vigorously at the interloper before turning cheerfully to Paul. "Looks like you have two dates for the price of one!"