Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Jul 30, 2013 17:32:20 GMT
Wyatt hugged his date and wished her good night. It was an awful date. She had asked him, and then insisted that she plan the date. Dinner at the Charmed Triquetra, with Mom on shift. Then a god-awful movie where they sat there with no physical interaction at all. He was certain she didn't even touch the popcorn she insisted they share, nor her drink, during the movie. He would've been surprised even if she had moved to be more comfortable in the whole movie. Never before had he been on a more awkward date... Except that one time someone set him on a blind date with one of his cousins because they didn't know there were family...
He sighed and turned to walk away, it was a long way away from the theater to his car. That was one thing he had insisted to, was that he drive himself... He'd suspected this woman wasn't normal so did not want to get stuck in her car with her... Not that Wyatt ever got stuck anywhere without a way home or a way to defend himself; he just didn't want to have to beat up the woman without giving her the chance to escape too. He was like that with mortals... Perhaps it was because in the magic world he was so amazing, that in the mortal world he was a-kin to a demi god. That just seemed like an unfair fight to him.
About half way to his car he decided he was hungry still. So he turned around. The Cinema was filled with places to eat, and while none of it was what he was used to quality wise, it was better the frozen meal he'd make for himself back at home. He stood there looking at the different choices wondering which was the best for him that night. Greek? Pizza? Hotdogs? Who knew... He sighed and took a few steps away from the door and began slowly gazing again. What to eat, what to eat...?
He sighed and turned to walk away, it was a long way away from the theater to his car. That was one thing he had insisted to, was that he drive himself... He'd suspected this woman wasn't normal so did not want to get stuck in her car with her... Not that Wyatt ever got stuck anywhere without a way home or a way to defend himself; he just didn't want to have to beat up the woman without giving her the chance to escape too. He was like that with mortals... Perhaps it was because in the magic world he was so amazing, that in the mortal world he was a-kin to a demi god. That just seemed like an unfair fight to him.
About half way to his car he decided he was hungry still. So he turned around. The Cinema was filled with places to eat, and while none of it was what he was used to quality wise, it was better the frozen meal he'd make for himself back at home. He stood there looking at the different choices wondering which was the best for him that night. Greek? Pizza? Hotdogs? Who knew... He sighed and took a few steps away from the door and began slowly gazing again. What to eat, what to eat...?