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tampered2007-02-07 06:01 am
Log: Complete
When; Feb 6th, evening
Rating; G
Characters; Anita
invisible_anita and Jeager
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Summary; After mustering up some courage, Jeager asks Anita to dinner. Congrats, Jeager! This is your third date!
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Jeager couldn't believe he had actually asked Anita out to dinner. He was a bit date/love/sex stupid, but he was slowly learning. Ever since Mars had put up that embarrassing ad, Jeager began to feel a bit more confident about himself. And what better way to show off ones masculinity then to take a lovely lady out to dinner?
At about 4:50PM, he left his apartment and headed over to Anita's, going through his usual line of thoughts; I hope she won't be bored. What if I offend her? What if she doesn't enjoy herself? Am I dressed alright?
His clothes were nothing fancy. Just a simple pair of jeans and a dark green sweater, a brown trench coat, along with his trade-mark collar and brooch. He had brushed his hair, but the wind had messed it up again. Not that it was extremely noticeable.
Jeager shook his head, trying not to think such nerve-wrecking thoughts as he arrived at Anita's apartment. He took a deep breath, clutched his skull brooch for a moment, then knocked on the door.
Rating; G
Characters; Anita
Summary; After mustering up some courage, Jeager asks Anita to dinner. Congrats, Jeager! This is your third date!
Log;
Jeager couldn't believe he had actually asked Anita out to dinner. He was a bit date/love/sex stupid, but he was slowly learning. Ever since Mars had put up that embarrassing ad, Jeager began to feel a bit more confident about himself. And what better way to show off ones masculinity then to take a lovely lady out to dinner?
At about 4:50PM, he left his apartment and headed over to Anita's, going through his usual line of thoughts; I hope she won't be bored. What if I offend her? What if she doesn't enjoy herself? Am I dressed alright?
His clothes were nothing fancy. Just a simple pair of jeans and a dark green sweater, a brown trench coat, along with his trade-mark collar and brooch. He had brushed his hair, but the wind had messed it up again. Not that it was extremely noticeable.
Jeager shook his head, trying not to think such nerve-wrecking thoughts as he arrived at Anita's apartment. He took a deep breath, clutched his skull brooch for a moment, then knocked on the door.

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The fact that it was Jeager she was accompanying to dinner also helped. He was an exceedingly good man, and Anita doubted he would place her in an uncomfortable situation.
There was a knock at the door. Anita left her last minute preparations--tucking away errant curls, double-checking the state of her customary floor-length dress--and went to answer it before Maude could be bothered. She paused, hand on the doorknob, suddenly nervous. What if she had erred in accepting Jeager's dinner invitation?
Enough of that. Anita regained her composure and opened the door.
Jeager--whose imposing size and build had stunned Anita on their initial meeting--was dressed simply, but nicely. She smiled up at him, stepping outside the apartment and softly shutting the door behind her. "Good evening, Mister Jeager."
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The blonde smiled at the sight of Anita, and nodded his head. "Sorry I'm a bit early. Did you still need some time to get ready?"
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He wasn't sure what Anita considered normal or acceptable, as she was from the past and he was from the future. Things had changed drastically since then. But as her date, Jeager wanted to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.
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They reached the restaurant, and the waiter got them a small table near a low-lit area, away from all the noise and traffic. Jeager smiled at Anita and pulled out the chair for her. Once she was seated, he sat down across from her and looked at the menu.
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She too browsed the menu, although most of the dishes offered were not familiar to her. She would order what Jeager did, then; it would be simplest.
"Thank you for having me to dinner," Anita said to her companion, placing her menu back on the table. It wasn't a terribly original or interesting topic, but she wasn't particularly skilled in the area of casual conversation, and the sentiment was perfectly true.
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She smiled gratefully at Jeager's offer. "The food here is still largely unfamiliar, sir. I would not refuse your assistance."
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Lucky for them, the waiter returned with their food. The German happily began to eat, of course, with good table manners. He paused for a moment to see if Anita liked the food as well.
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She put her silverware to the side and gave Jeager an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I'm not the best of conversationalists, sir."
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