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For Watson.
Jan. 10th, 2012 01:33 pmIt wasn't that she felt guilty about all of these dates, exactly -- it was almost the opposite, in fact. She'd had two dates with two different men, and neither of them had worked out ... exactly as she'd been expecting them to.
She was starting to think it was their age. Ten and twenty years younger, respectively, but maybe also a lack of things in common as far as profession. When John had rung her up, she was -- more pleased than she'd let on, and she was just putting the finishing touches on herself when he showed up.
She was quick to answer the door -- no need to let on that she'd spent too much time getting ready (which she hadn't, really, since it had been fairly last minute) and usher him in.
"Just let me get my shoes."
She was starting to think it was their age. Ten and twenty years younger, respectively, but maybe also a lack of things in common as far as profession. When John had rung her up, she was -- more pleased than she'd let on, and she was just putting the finishing touches on herself when he showed up.
She was quick to answer the door -- no need to let on that she'd spent too much time getting ready (which she hadn't, really, since it had been fairly last minute) and usher him in.
"Just let me get my shoes."
