Thoughts of anxiety and apprehension had been washing through his body since he'd woken up. Slinking of out of his bed, Charles peered over to the unrolled parchment on his desk and smiled. He was excited to be seeing Emmeline once again though the voice at the back of his mind had been shouting, screaming, shrieking at him, telling him that it was going to all go wrong.
He had no reason to think this, of course. He had come to the realisation that she meant a lot more to him than he was allowing himself to admit though the feeling was still there. Anything could happen.
Shrugging his nervousness off, Charles went to work and headed home. He pulled on the best shirt he had, buttoned up his overcoat and pulled his top hat onto his head. He wanted to make a good impression. Whatever this dinner was, it seemed to have meant a lot. At least to him. It was the first time he was going to see her truthfully since they'd met the first time. She knew him now and there was no turning back from that however much his gut pulled him in the other direction.
Upon approaching the door, Charles was greeted by Mrs Woodcroft and they exchanged a few words. She had said she was going out on a quick errand and would be back shortly; Charles had no reason to believe she was lying.
Once he entered the dining area, Charles entire body was filled with euphoria. Emmeline looked... phenomenal. There were no other words. He didn't notice much else, not really. His nose wrinkled at the pleasant smells though his sole focus was on her. His Emmeline.
Pulling the hat from his head, he held it awkwardly against his chest with a soft smile drawn on his lips.
"Hey, Ems," He said quietly and gestured toward the door, "Your... mother said she'd be back soon."
He had no reason to think this, of course. He had come to the realisation that she meant a lot more to him than he was allowing himself to admit though the feeling was still there. Anything could happen.
Shrugging his nervousness off, Charles went to work and headed home. He pulled on the best shirt he had, buttoned up his overcoat and pulled his top hat onto his head. He wanted to make a good impression. Whatever this dinner was, it seemed to have meant a lot. At least to him. It was the first time he was going to see her truthfully since they'd met the first time. She knew him now and there was no turning back from that however much his gut pulled him in the other direction.
Upon approaching the door, Charles was greeted by Mrs Woodcroft and they exchanged a few words. She had said she was going out on a quick errand and would be back shortly; Charles had no reason to believe she was lying.
Once he entered the dining area, Charles entire body was filled with euphoria. Emmeline looked... phenomenal. There were no other words. He didn't notice much else, not really. His nose wrinkled at the pleasant smells though his sole focus was on her. His Emmeline.
Pulling the hat from his head, he held it awkwardly against his chest with a soft smile drawn on his lips.
"Hey, Ems," He said quietly and gestured toward the door, "Your... mother said she'd be back soon."