Lucas fidgeted in his white sweater, the autumn winds were hot to him instead of cold. Why? He was going to meet the woman he had grown to like in the game. He did not expect much because he knew that sometimes things weren't as they seemed. He looked at his watch, it was 15:30pm, that left him with a couple of hours till he had to go back and attempt to clear the boss.
Lucas sighed and leaned into the chair, his hair pooling behind him. His eyes fixated in the ceiling painted a lovely shade of blue and the small lights situated above each booth. He had gotten to the restaurant as fast as possible because of his desire to meet her.
The door to the restaurant opened and Monet got inside, the beige jacket she was wearing removed from her shoulders as she talked with the receptionist about her reservation. The receptionist guided her to her table and she froze.