Timber! (Open)

[Dakota Hyde]

He raised an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t call this a proper date.” He motioned with his cup of coffee. Bumping into each other at a bar, then going out for coffee wasn’t a date in his books. If he knew about her concerns about his temper he would have tried to ease her of them. He wasn’t going to lie, yes he had a problem, but he was trying to work on it. He would also try to work on not yelling at her. But was that really something to think about so early on? He hasn’t even yelled at her, though he could always understand the concern.

“You became quiet all of the sudden. Why?” He knew it was something he said, what else would it be? He had a temper yes, but he would never abuse anyone, he would never hit anyone, and would never want to scare someone either.

[Asher Mew]

Asher stared at him, wondering what he saw but that was something she could focus on later. "Uh, I'm not really much of a...I don't do confrontation well or deal with anger well. Not even my anger." She shook her head. She had never told anyone that, no one, at least not on the "first date". The girl was afraid that he would get up and leave because he didn't want to deal with someone who didn't deal with anger well.

Asher brought a hand through her blonde hair, her hand following the hair until it was tangled behind her back. "A proper date, that sounds nice. I really look forward to it." Asher took a look at her watch. "I gotta go, my sister will kill me if I'm late again. I got work early in the morning." She made no move to get up and put her cup down. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to continue to talk to him.

[Dakota Hyde]

Dakota nodded, “I can understand that. I’ve been trying to work on my anger. I’m not going to make any promises; I don’t want to be one of those guys…” He shrugged, it was all up to her, he could understand if she didn’t want to date him because of it, but at least she knew now and can make that choice. But it wouldn’t be fair to him if she chose to date him then held his anger over his head when she knew what she was going into. “It’s your choice.” It wasn’t his choice, he didn’t mind having to put up with someone that couldn’t handle anger well; the fact was, could she handle the anger in general?

“It does.” He smirked, “Can I see your phone?” One of them had to have a way to contact the other. And considering the before dissection, she might rethink going on a date with him. “I understand, I have a few school projects that would take up most of my day tomorrow…” He got up and stretched a little. “I’ll walk you out?”