August 16th, 2016
He had just finished his shift a couple nights before when he found the e-mail from the Vow nestled amongst his notifications on his phone. Phillip read the name, would reread until he found himself muttering it over morning coffee. Eventually he did have the nerve to text her and set up a time to meet and this evening was that time. He wasn't sure what was proper protocol for meetings such as this but he wore semi-casual clothes anyway. His hair was pushed back at least and brushed in a neat manner. He didn't want his fiancée to think he was disheveled or anything. The only thing he was truly nervous about was what he would say. Talking with other people could be impossible if it wasn't about work. He'd have to push on and persevere, as he did want to have a relationship and being signed up for a marriage meant he had to give it his best shot.
Mancini's Pizza seemed like a good place to select. He ate pizza occasionally but the selection served here was his favorite in comparison to what he found in Indianapolis. As soon as he came into the establishment, he took a seat seeing as it wasn't really busy. There was an old couple in the far booth and a couple of teenager girls giggling in the corner for whatever reason. He took the booth with a nice view of the parking lot before taking a seat and settling into it. The waitress swept past a couple of times but he didn't order anything, he just asked for water before leaning back into his seat and curiously awaiting his fiancée. That's the problem with arriving early though - the waiting. He just liked to be punctual for everything.
His mind was focused on what he was going to say however. He had practiced at home, even used flash cards. Introductions wouldn't be too hard, but he knew it was best to stick with simple topics and stay away from ones like politics and religion. Not that he was really into either, but it was just best to find common ground instead of attempting to discuss things with too many dimensions that could be easily argued upon. He figured that giving the basics of his life would likely be sufficient, as well as a few other things that he had yet to really think about, but he'd cross that bridge when he got there. He just hoped he wouldn't be freeze up when his nerves kicked in. He really wanted this to work out.
Addy couldn't remember the last time that she had sat and primped herself up. And maybe that was part of the problem -- it had been so long, too long, since the woman had taken time to herself, allowed herself to get a facial or a manicure, sat down in front of a mirror and applied makeup with a steady hand. Work had over taken her life, quickly and easily. That was all set to change however. She had spent longer that she would ever admit to in order to make sure that she looked good when she arrived at the pizza diner to meet Phillip. Her fiance.
She was a thirty-four year old woman -- almost thirty-five -- but she couldn't help but bit her lip as she pulled open the door to the restaurant, let it slide close behind her. She paused, just inside, and ran a hand over her dress to ensure that it laid as it was supposed to against her body. She was self conscious in the purple dress, about the way that it laid against her body and the soft swell of her stomach -- bloating, due to her endometriosis. Normally she wore baggier clothes, wore things just so that would hide the bloating, but tonight she wanted to look... nice. And the purple dress and pretty sandals certainly made her look nice!
Finally ready -- or at least as ready as she would ever be -- her eyes scanned the restaurant, looking for Philip. The man was easy enough to find, considering the dinner rush had died down and the pizzeria wasn't nearly all that busy. She couldn't help but note that he looked handsome as she moved towards him, that he had kind eyes and seemed tall. A soft smile blossomed across her features as she approached the table that he had grabbed for them.
"Hello," her voice echoed her features, soft and quiet. "Phillip, correct?" She waited for confirmation before sliding into the seat across from him. "It's so nice to finally meet you." She smiled again.
This was the man that was supposed to be her soulmate, and Addy couldn't help but hope they were right. (She would always be too hopeful.)