already at the restaurant he was told to meet his date at. He may have already ordered something. He's hungry, dammit! He thinks this

idea is rather silly, but he's keeping an eye out for one of his kind.

stops when he arrives to catch his breath, looking around. He looks for someone familiar or alone, panting lightly.

catches his eye on a familiar face, and... Him? ...Well, it could be worse, he decides. He waves a hand to get America's attention (since

his mouth is a little full of food. It's only an appetizer. Really).

sees him waving, and makes his way over. "It's you! Oh, man, that's better than what I was expecting!"

perks up a little at that. Well, he IS very likable, and dashing, and anyone SHOULD be happy to see him as their blind date. Ego inflation

successful. He pulls a chair out with the hand not occupied with food, not bothering to get up, but at least it's something. "You're late,"

he says, his tone a little playful (because, hey, it could be a lot worse). "The food's pretty good. Could use more seasoning."

sits down across the table from him, and smiles. "Yeah, yeah, I slept late!" He takes his own fork to take a bite of Yao's food, since

he is starving. He eats it, looking thoughtful. "It's good!"

((RRGH WHY DOES PLURK NOT TELL ME THAT STUFF I'VE REPLIED TO HAS BEEN UPDATED THIS IS THE SECOND TIME HERE I'm sorry ;A; ))

rolls his eyes a little, not at all surprised that Alfred overslept for their date. (Should he even call it a date? That's what his boss

said, but it feels weird.) He picks up the menu left on the table for Alfred and points. "You should order this, because I want to

try it, too."

((IT'S OKAY ;O; ))

looks down at the menu, looking thoughtfully at the choices, because food is always a serious decision. He shrugs. "Maybe..."