Great, now he was having doubts. But weren't doubts normal on a first date? If you could really call it that. A casual get-together maybe, but a date? It's not like he was dressed up. Kal was the one that had convinced him it was a date after he'd gotten up the courage to actually pick up the phone and dial her number. He'd told her it was a surprise because he hadn't actually figured out what they were going to do at the time. Of course he had a plan after a few ideas from Kal. The idea had actually come from Kal, Mitch had just filled in the details. He didn't know her that well and didn't have a good idea of what she liked to do, except ice skate, which had been the most obvious answer. He did have the rink to himself after hours, so why not make it useful? The actual owner was a buddy from the team, Mitch just had the spare key. It wasn't like he was using it for a party, just a date. Ugh, now he was back to the date thing again.
Mitch kicked a small pebble on the sidewalk. He was standing at the corner of two streets where he'd asked her to meet him. It was early evening, around five-thirty. Still a good two or three hours until the sun set. Tourists were still wandering around, it was public. He didn't really want to scare her, they barely knew each other after all. Mitch wasn't a bad guy, far from it. She didn't know that, though. He fingered the ice blue carnation he held behind his back and glanced down at the drawstring bag at his feet. Kal's idea, again. Flowers and food. Well, cake. Mitch wasn't that good at the dating thing, all the girls he'd ever known were flaky and shallow. It wasn't his fault he'd never found a decent girl before. He resisted the urge to look at his watch again, already knowing it was maybe two minutes more than the last time he'd looked. he took a deep breathe and reassured himself. It was going to be fine. Hopefully.
Mitch kicked a small pebble on the sidewalk. He was standing at the corner of two streets where he'd asked her to meet him. It was early evening, around five-thirty. Still a good two or three hours until the sun set. Tourists were still wandering around, it was public. He didn't really want to scare her, they barely knew each other after all. Mitch wasn't a bad guy, far from it. She didn't know that, though. He fingered the ice blue carnation he held behind his back and glanced down at the drawstring bag at his feet. Kal's idea, again. Flowers and food. Well, cake. Mitch wasn't that good at the dating thing, all the girls he'd ever known were flaky and shallow. It wasn't his fault he'd never found a decent girl before. He resisted the urge to look at his watch again, already knowing it was maybe two minutes more than the last time he'd looked. he took a deep breathe and reassured himself. It was going to be fine. Hopefully.
Kinasha had tried her best to listen to Freewind's advice, but she was still a little bit of a nervous wreck. Freewind had insisted on doing her hair, which was now curled to excentuate her silver highlights, and her nails, which were painted silver. She was also wearing a dress--a 
