For a particularly long moment, the youthful vampire's chocolate gaze stared blankly into her vanity mirror, her fingertips slowly working through her long, straight brunette locks. It was hard to believe that Chizue was getting ready for a date. Frankly, she wasn't even sure how she had allowed herself to be talked into this by her auburn haired employer and her too charming boyfriend. It was a ridiculous notion that Chizue might be able to find love in a man she hardly knew, even if a secret part of her so thirsted for even a glimpse of what Isolt and Damon had. Still, she highly doubted that this man would find any true interest within her. Why would he? The photo that Isolt had shown her had certainly made him seem...handsome, that Chizue couldn't deny. A soft sigh left the girl's lips, as she regarded herself in the mirror once again. Compared to the American girls, her eastern dress was...decidedly plain and yet it would merely have to do. Gingerly she pulled her fingers from her hair, standing up to smooth down her ebony lace dress. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry, even if her anxiety of the night was certainly enough to leave her lingering here.
Cautiously, Chizue stepped out into the cool winter air, her thin physique entirely unperturbed by the chill or the zephyr that carried it. After all, her vampire skin was already cold enough that winter's grasp hardly even touched her. Still, it wasn't often that Chizue went out anywhere dressed with such intent to impress and that alone was enough to make the girl particularly self conscious. With her hotel room being centered in the middle of the bustling city, Chizue wasn't particularly worried about the fact that she chose to walk to the restaurant he'd decided on. After all, in her home country, everyone walked everywhere - or took the subway, depending upon the distance. Besides, it allowed the young girl a chance to breathe before she found herself in a position that she was hardly sure she wanted to be in...why did she left herself be talked into this again?
In truth, Chizue had contemplated on more than one occasion simply turning back and abandoning the venture all together. She might have if the culture she'd grown up within hadn't so impressed the sheer need for politeness within her so particularly well. Social norms demanded she go after she had already agreed and so, several blocks later, Chizue found herself standing outside the doors of a particularly well to do resturant. The girl paused long enough to softly inhale, attempting to find strength and courage within the simple movement only for her deep chocolate gaze to land on him - the man in the photo. The picture had hardly done him justice and already she could feel the heat fluttering to her fair features and butterflies settling within her stomach. It took her a moment to calm herself enough to approach him, her hand reaching up to gingerly brush her long locks behind her ear, "Hi, um...Blake?" She inquired, her gaze momentarily shifting from the man to the phone in his hand and back again. "I'm sorry I'm late." Chizue continued, offering him a small, sheepish simper.
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