#// they are very thorough and informative but still well-structured and !!! i'm kinda struggling with that myself so!

[handgiven]

❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ( from Caleb )

first meeting starter sentences / @freak1ish

Sure enough, the angel did not look like one of the usual patrons. What with his loose floral blouse and a thrifted professor jacket thrown over the chair beside him. The look was not especially aided by the book of John Keats poetry he seemed absolutely determined to read, no matter the noise of the bar, and no matter the way the letters jumbled themselves on the page. (He'd preferred it when John read him the poems out loud to this. But a little over 200 years later he was left with no other choice but to stumble over the written word himself.) He was frowning with focus, and that frown only dissipated momentarily when he heard someone speak.

Emmanuel raised his eyes, a smile shining through their tiredness but soon as he recognise the other – or rather, recognise the fact that he did not recognise him – a bright familiar smile turned to that of perfect politeness, hiding his disappointment, because surely this was the universe's way of telling him Kesabel was not coming. For a moment, he'd gotten melancholy. Kesabel was the only reason he'd dared enter such an establishment; it was so hard to get hold of him these days that when he'd suggested a bar to meet Emmanuel would not protest for a second. But, he supposed, something came up.

He got so distracted that he'd only realised he kept the other waiting a few seconds later. "Um, sorry, yes. I mean no. It is free." Another smile was given, this time the angel made an effort to make it friendly. The other did not deserve a part in his sadness. He, of course, same as any other regular patron, must have come to have fun.