A Random Coffee House, The Mainland, Friday Evening

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Handwavily, Jeremy and George had caught meta for The Graduate at a movie theater on the mainland. It had been... Well, they hadn't exactly caught that much of it, to be honest. But the opening credits had looked good! Really, top notch! Or something. Whatever. Movie theaters were dark and the back row was made for way better things than actually watching a movie. Hey, Jeremy could probably get a private showing of just about any movie with little more than a snap of his fingers, so, why bother resisting the temptation to make out, right?

It had been totally worth it.

And they were progressing to the second part of the date now, and that was coffee. "That is one kickass dress, by the way," Jeremy said, as he was holding the door open for George, entering some random, sort of fancy (but not too fancy) coffee place. "I think we make a pretty dashing pair."

From a guy wearing a flashy suit (as requested!) to a movie and coffee date, that was par for the course.

[ooc: NFB due to off-islandness, and just for the daaate who I just modded with kind permission!]

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George was nodding. "I'm sorry you don't even get an interesting story out of it," she said, impulsively. "I mean, you tell your friends you made out with a dead chick, it sounds like you're a mortician with a sick fetish."

Um. So much for the gallows humor. Now was a good time to pick up her very-neglected coffee and take a long, long sip.

"I get that it's huge," she said. "I mean ... if you need time, or whatever. We can just ..."

Hmmm. "You tell me," she decided.

If he wanted to just ... walk home, and think about it, or take some time off, or even say he was taking time off in order to sound polite when he bailed. That would kind of be totally legit at this point.

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"Uh."

Yeah, Jeremy was a slight loss for words. This was not really something he'd ever had to deal with the socialites back home.

"Can I still... walk you home?"

When in doubt, he opted for the polite. And hopefully a little reassuring. Even though he was probably going to take a while to process this.

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George finished her coffee and set it down again.

"I'd like that," she said.

She wasn't going to push. She was going to give him space, and wait for him to come to her. If he did.

He may decide he wasn't okay with it, and she had to be okay with that, and that was one of those growing-up things she had to do, which was ironic what with being dead and all. It was only fair that he know. She figured. But it didn't make it hurt any less to think that he might never want to see her again.

Now really wasn't the time to sit and be stupid or emo. Now was the time to wrap her coat around herself and offer him the best smile she could manage.

"Let's get out of here."