It was still chilly and wet outside, typical March weather. But love, or perhaps lust, obeyed no timing of Season. The little Italian place had always looked quite tempting, and Emily knew she hadn't been thrown out, so it seemed like a great chance for a lovely little date.
Emily had a long over coat, but that was hung up on the stand. Sat at a table, she thumbed idly through the menu, wondering what to pick. Her stomach growled impatiently. "Oh, shut up," the little punk muttered, though she privately agreed with her body's assessment and hoped that Mable Wood was going to arrive soon.
It was fine now she'd had time to make sure her hair was dried out and makeup still looked excellent. The knee-high boots and corset-dress ensemble she knew looked good, enabling her to show off her tattooes on her anrms, wrist and shoulder.
The werewolf sipped her wine again, carefully ignoring she was on her second glass and almost halfway down the bottle, and scanned the menu again.
Come on Mable baby. You'll have to learn not to come between a werewolf and her food....
This is a completely open scene, though Emily is waiting for a specific someone! Come enjoy charming meals out!