The whistling and cat-calling drew Sniper's attention in the same way a rustle in the bushes would -- instinctively automatically. His mind, however, was elsewhere, ready and waiting for his date to arrive. It was only a second after he glanced down the sidewalk that he realized the commotion was caused by said date.
Well, at least he was pretty sure that was her. She was prettier than the picture had led him to expect: long, raven hair; heavier than the average woman, wearing stockings to show off the curves of her legs -- and she really did look quite a lot like her teammate.
He stomach leapt somewhere into his throat -- she was much more attractive than he wanted to admit, especially since he was still against the entire prospect of dating. He was there because he didn't want to disappoint a teammate whom he owed a favor or two. That was all.
Not that that stoicism came across as he waved her over, a nervous smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
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Date: 2015-09-24 11:40 pm (UTC)Well, at least he was pretty sure that was her. She was prettier than the picture had led him to expect: long, raven hair; heavier than the average woman, wearing stockings to show off the curves of her legs -- and she really did look quite a lot like her teammate.
He stomach leapt somewhere into his throat -- she was much more attractive than he wanted to admit, especially since he was still against the entire prospect of dating. He was there because he didn't want to disappoint a teammate whom he owed a favor or two. That was all.
Not that that stoicism came across as he waved her over, a nervous smile pulling at the corners of his lips.