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Stormy arrives right on time, dressed to the nines in a beautiful and intricate red dress. It nearly matches the crimson hue of her eyes and the fabric moves soft against her softer skin. She seems to exert confidence and warmth.[break][break]

The atmosphere puts her into a calm state, only the click of her heels disturbing the rhythmic hum of idle conversation, and glasses of wine tinging against one another as other partners offered a toast from time to time.[break][break]

At first glance, the woman doesn't immediately recognize the composed expression of a friend. Something about the structure of his face is different, missing a key component. He speaks and offers her his hand and she takes it, but her gaze is sharp and focused, scanning his stormy grey eyes and the bridge of his nose, the shape of his cheekbones.[break][break]

And when he pulls the chair out for her and she's teased with the smell of his cologne, she's put the pieces together and she allows an excitable "aha!" to spark from her lips.[break][break]

"Hmm.. maybe, maybe not. Why the surprise?"[break][break]

But she's quick to confirm her suspicions and say what had originally been on her mind - she just hadn't wanted to interrupt his question.[break][break]

"You aren't wearing your glasses."[break][break]

From her heel, a small golden Growlithe puppy waits obediently, having kept stuck to her side like glue. His eyes haven't left the shadow of her chin.[break][break]

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Stormy makes a face at his matter-of-fact comment, eyebrows creasing together as she waves off the comment.[break][break]

"Fans? What fans? What kind of person do you think I am?"[break][break]

The woman does, however, watch him curiously, as if pondering if he is admitting his own intentions and intrigue.[break][break]

When eyes become trained on the young pup, Stormy's gaze moves with theirs and her hand reaches down to pet the young pup. His tongue lolls from his mouth and hangs.[break][break]

"You're a good boy, hey, Hach?"[break][break]

Stormy's eyes find Remiel's unframed ones, and a smile creeps across her face as she studies him.[break][break]

"I quite like your glasses."[break][break]

Wine presents itself by way of a pretty waitress that Stormy addresses with a smile and a nod, encouraging the woman to fill her glass as well. Once the liquid stills she reaches for the glass to offer a toast just as Remiel comments on her appearance.[break][break]

A bashful type of laugh breaks Stormy's confident expression as warmth threatens her cheeks. She shakes her head and offers her glass forward.[break][break]

"You flatter me. You don't look so bad yourself, even without the glasses."[break][break]

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The red liquid sloshes back and forth patiently as they conclude their toast. She brings it to her lips gently, taking a small and deliberate sip. [break][break]

Stormy smiles at his amusing comment mixed with a compliment. She quite liked the sound of being compared to a fine wine.[break][break]

As she sets her glass back down, the thump thump of Hachiko's tail against the leg of her chair reverberates wildly. It seemed he'd caught sight of something he took a fancy too, or some delicious smell of food.[break][break]

The moment passes without much incident other than a quite whine indicating his desire for whatever it was he had seen.[break][break]

Stormy's attention reverts back to Remiel's, surprise evident in the wideness of her eyes as she catches onto what he's saying. Her blush intensifies immensely at his forward comment, and she blinks once, slowly.[break][break]

She is immediately reminded of her brief affair with another Galar prince, and how quickly he had proposed a similar idea. [break][break]

"That seems very forward, especially for a first date."[break][break]

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Stormy's confident expression seems to falter as she notices how intensely he observes her. Her eyelashes flutter briefly as she averts her gaze, clears her throat, and attempts to make sense of the situation. Clearly she had misinterpreted something, or misunderstood the situation.[break][break]

"Oh.. ah-"[break][break]

She hesitates as she fights for control over her words, to rectify the misunderstanding. Unfortunately, awkwardness and embarrassment chokes out her tone and she finds herself sipping her wine more fervently.[break][break]

Remiel had clearly understood her reaction as to being related to their Dracovish mission together - or whatever that inhumane beast had been. She had more accurately been referring to the date they were on now, sitting across from each other with a glass of mediocre wine.[break][break]

"N-no, no that's not what I meant at all."[break][break]

But before she could more accurately explain what she had meant, the innate chime for a change in partners sounds and the both of them get to their feet. Both glasses are abandoned and almost certainly removed from the table by an attentive employee before the tables were wiped down and replaced.[break][break]

Astonishment presents itself in the shadow of her cheeks as Remiel leans in against her ear. The tickle of his warm breath smells fruity and sweet and she breaths in quickly, masking her surprise.[break][break]

The young man's whisper leaves her speechless as his hand reaches for hers in order to plant a kiss against her skin. When she returns her hand back to her chest, she is overwhelmed and unsure what to make of the situation. But it's time to move on and meet her next speed date, so she collects herself quickly and casts the young Calcifet another glance.[break][break]

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