The restaurant was crowded, and Sohalia was glad she had made a reservation. She arrived a few minutes before the appointed time, dressed in a long, blue dress that made her grey eyes all the more piercing, her hair tied up off her neck in a loose, braided bun. She carried a basket on one arm, which she set beneath the table as she was seated by a pretty, red-headed server. She ordered herself a water and settle down to wait. She was sure that Mateo wouldn't be long.
It had been some weeks since what she had come to call "The Incident" in her mind, and her physical wounds had long since healed, the only indication that anything had happened being a small scar on her left eyebrow. Since then, she'd thought of her friendly neighborhood botanist often, and she was pleased to have finally found a time to meet up with him again. In truth, she was relieved that he'd agreed to meet her at all - gods only knew what he thought of her now.
It had been some weeks since what she had come to call "The Incident" in her mind, and her physical wounds had long since healed, the only indication that anything had happened being a small scar on her left eyebrow. Since then, she'd thought of her friendly neighborhood botanist often, and she was pleased to have finally found a time to meet up with him again. In truth, she was relieved that he'd agreed to meet her at all - gods only knew what he thought of her now.
Sohalia
