The blond tomboy's nerves were firing on all engines as she stood waiting outside the designated meeting spot. Valentine's day had come around and this year Veronica actually had someone she found herself interested in and had asked Masha to meet her at this location about a half hour from now. In one hand she held a box of chocolates, she had attempted to make some from scratch herself the night before but that went about as well as she had expected and resulted in her just simply buying some ready made chocolates from a store. Dressed in her typical attire of a "smart casual" outfit of a pair of olive green pants closer in color to grey than green adorned her legs with a section of maroon leather strapped over her left leg, not unlike half of a pair of chaps. These extended down to a pair of ankle boots with chunky heels about an inch tall, honestly these were possibly Veronica's most feminine set of footwear, in a slightly darker grey color than the pants. A fashionable black belt with silver accents wrapped diagonally around her waist, hanging lower at her right hip. This was just visible under the ends of an almost gunmetal grey waist jacket, the right lapel pulled back to reveal a crimson inner lining with silver embroidering, lacking sleeves. Instead another, lighter colored shirt was worn under it with the long sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows. The entire wardrobe was completed by a pair of black gloves on her hands and a matching tie around her neck.
Shifting the box of chocolates into the hand holding the flowers Veronica began to nervously fiddle with her tie. "I really hope she shows up." She muttered to herself. The entire aura around her was not unlike that of young children in school waiting to confess their love to their crush for the first time, like all those comics she liked to read tended to touch on from time to time.
Shifting the box of chocolates into the hand holding the flowers Veronica began to nervously fiddle with her tie. "I really hope she shows up." She muttered to herself. The entire aura around her was not unlike that of young children in school waiting to confess their love to their crush for the first time, like all those comics she liked to read tended to touch on from time to time.
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@Masha