Allison wandered from her bedroom to bathroom and back half heartedly. She's not sure why she agree to go on the date in the first place. He seems like a nice guy, but just a little boring. Her current dilemma is choosing what to wear. She wants to dress appropriately for the date, but not give the idea that's she's dressed to impress. A groan of frustration slips from lips and she flops onto the bed, her long chestnut brown hair splaying out above her. She's made no progress. She has to leave in ten minutes and she's still in her bra and panties.
Mark lounges on the sofa and checks the time every few minutes. He's happy have plans for the evening, but is concerned that Allison is a little… meek. He's wearing dark jeans a sports coat with a white cotton shirt under it. There's no butterflies in his stomach and he's already thinking about what he'll do when the date is over.
Mark sits at the table he's led to in the back of the restaurant away from the other patrons. It's quiet tonight, the soft murmur of conversation is pleasant, not overwhelming. He reads over the wine list as glances toward the door now and then, watching for his date.