The date had been difficult, to say the least. The conversation -- Sniper's attempts at it, rather -- abysmal. The food, obnoxiously French.
However, it was that peck on the cheek as Momoko made her exit that had left Sniper stunned and completely lost. He could hardly process why she'd do such a thing, much less why she would apologize when he was the one who'd completely bungled the outing. He sat in silence for a minute or two, his eyes on the door and his mind entirely elsewhere, before the waiter came to attend to him, reminding him that there was a world outside of his own head.
And that was the end of the so-called date. He'd paid for their food, left in a hurry, gotten back to the base, and tried to forget everything that had happened. Perhaps it was a good thing he wasn't particularly interested in settling down with a wife, anyway. It was one of those areas where he was painfully inept, and would therefore rather avoid. He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to bump into Pyro and have to tell the lad how it went. He was sure his coworker's cousin would tell him anyway, and then the news would be out that a professional assassin like himself couldn't handle a single date with a lovely lady.
The problem was that bumping into Pyro was inevitable: they did work at the same base together, after all. Maybe he should have thought about that before agreeing to go on a date with the man's cousin.
no subject
However, it was that peck on the cheek as Momoko made her exit that had left Sniper stunned and completely lost. He could hardly process why she'd do such a thing, much less why she would apologize when he was the one who'd completely bungled the outing. He sat in silence for a minute or two, his eyes on the door and his mind entirely elsewhere, before the waiter came to attend to him, reminding him that there was a world outside of his own head.
And that was the end of the so-called date. He'd paid for their food, left in a hurry, gotten back to the base, and tried to forget everything that had happened. Perhaps it was a good thing he wasn't particularly interested in settling down with a wife, anyway. It was one of those areas where he was painfully inept, and would therefore rather avoid. He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to bump into Pyro and have to tell the lad how it went. He was sure his coworker's cousin would tell him anyway, and then the news would be out that a professional assassin like himself couldn't handle a single date with a lovely lady.
The problem was that bumping into Pyro was inevitable: they did work at the same base together, after all. Maybe he should have thought about that before agreeing to go on a date with the man's cousin.