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going in blind; jacob || sparrow
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The man stood somewhat awkwardly on the path going up to the cafe, holding an umbrella over him. His jeans and his dark button-down shirt were a bit wet but, he didn't care. Jacob Lo had much bigger worries on his plate. He shortly sighed, his shoulders slumping as he looked around. He had done something like this before, hadn't he? It was at the cafe, too, and he met that blonde girl... Chou. If his memory served him correctly, at least. It had been a little awkward between them at first, so he dearly hoped that things with Miss Hobbes wouldn't be like that. Though... knowing him, it probably would be. And then that brought him right back to the beginning with his first question: why the hell am I doing this, again? He wasn't a lovey-dovey romantic guy, he wasn't good with making small talk with strangers in normal circumstances... nevermind a date with a woman he had never met before. So how in the world had he ended up in this awful, awful situation?
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Oh, right - his sister.
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Groaning, Jacob massaged his left temple. He understood what she was doing though. And she did have a point. He wasn't really a young guy any more... and he still wasn't married. His parents definitely would start wondering about little grandchildren soon, and as the first born son, well... the pressure was on. So, Rozelyn had been helping him in pushing him into this. Thus, because of that, he realized he couldn't complain any more. Speaking of pressure, though, it would soon be coming on him for a lot of things, wouldn't it? His career, his family, his life in general...The tall man sighed again, his head pounding at the very thought. Well, whatever. That would be an issue for later. Right now, he had to worry about the here and now. More specifically, what could he do to make this run smoothly? More importantly, what could he do to make things enjoyable for his date?
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Honestly, he couldn't care less about his own enjoyment - he would likely feel awkward in any case, so there was little helping that. But he could make decent efforts to give Margaret a nice time and so, he wanted to do his best. Maybe he didn't exactly want to do this, but it was possible that she did. Maybe she really wanted to have fun and so, he had to give all his efforts to allow that to happen. It wouldn't be fair to her if he spent the time sulking and bringing them both down, would it? So, his brain began thinking of ideas.
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He already had one, though - actually, it was the reason why he was now under his black umbrella. Earlier, Jacob had been lucky enough to make it into the cafe before it started raining. When he went into the restaurant and looked around, though, he wasn't greeted by anyone. Thus he had to conclude that his date probably got caught in the rain and so here he was. Since he brought an umbrella, it seemed best to wait for her and give her at least a little relief from the rain. Though, at this distance, he supposed it wouldn't make much of a difference. More than anything he hoped that it might give a good impression at least. With his appearance he was pretty sure he could use all the good imperssions he could get to make things less awkward. Unless... unless, it would only make things worse? Was it scary, seeing a person like him just standing in the rain, waiting?
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... Well, I'll... just see what happens when she gets here, I guess, he thought weakly, sighing again. With that he went back to thinking and waiting, his gaze projected in front of him, on the look out for any sign of his date.
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It had been a perfectly clear Spring day. A bright sun, perhaps a little cloud in the sky, but Sparrow didn’t mind some cloud. Gave the sky some character, in her opinion. What did confuse and perplex the woman was how nature had saw fit to open the heaven’s and let loose the rain the very moment Sparrow had gotten too far from her home to bother turning back for an umbrella. A small shriek escaped her lips, and she flailed her arms in the air, attempting to shield herself from the rain. Why, world, what did little old Sparrow do to you? She huffed, hurrying along with her purse clutched over her hair. It wasn’t doing much good, she imagined, but she had to do something. She supposed this is what happened when she dressed up nicely.<br><br>

Rather than the usual work outfit, complete with apron, she wore a dress she’d bought especially for this occasion. And she’d so been looking forward to it, as well. At work she generally wore nice clothes, but never too nice. It was a bar, after all, and men didn’t need to be getting any ideas. The things her co-workers would wear, it was all appropriate, of course, perhaps she was just old fashioned. Out of the three waitresses she was the oldest, only two years shy of thirty. She simply couldn’t keep up with all the style the young kids wore these days. Still, some of the things Madison wore.<br><br>

She chuckled. The girl probably made more tips than she did, a career waitress she may be, but Sparrow didn't have the assets for great tips.<br><br>

It had almost been a year since she moved to the island, and really Sparrow hadn’t gotten much done in terms of forming lasting friendships. She could probably count the people she had met with her fingers, not counting multiple acquaintances at the bar. They weren’t really friends, though they probably liked to think that. This blind date was hopefully a way to meet a new friend, as far as she was concerned it didn’t matter if they had chemistry or not. So long as she could walk away saying she had met someone new, she’d be happy. Though she couldn’t help but note that this was her first date in, what, three years? Felt like that anyway.<br><br>

Sparrow would be lying if she said she weren’t the slightest bit nervous. Now, she was sure Jacob was a nice enough lad, but she was rusty at this sort of thing. She would just have to rely on her general personality to hopefully get her through this without making an enemy. The rain didn’t seem to be letting up, pounding upon Sparrow as she made it into the main part of town. She should have brought an umbrella, if she even had one. At least she was from England, one would think she would be used to the rain by this point. Through the curtain of rain she saw a dark figure, but it was hard to make out who it was from the water bouncing up off the ground. She squinted, shielding her bangs up from the rain.<br><br>

It looked to be a man, a very tall one. She clutched her bag a little tighter, somewhat off put by the dark shadow just standing there. Whatever did he want? Sparrow’s lips tightened a little, trying not to look at the figure directly. Just keep walking, Miss Hobbes. Just keep walking.<br><br>

When she neared him, she picked up her pace, determined not to look too weirded out by the man. Though how well she concealed this was up for debate.<br><br><br>



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For a while, Jacob found himself alone with his thoughts: a situation he couldn’t say he was particularly comfortable with.
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Especially since his mind, like a broken engine, was spewing out bad ideas like they were clouds of exhaust. Maybe I should… write some kind of poem? he had asked himself. After all, didn’t girls like sappy love poetry? But then again, he had never met this woman… Never mind that, though, wasn’t his very problem how he wasn’t good with words in the first place? So there was one idea gone way down the drain. What else did girls like? … Chocolate and flowers had been the first thing that sprung to mind, however, it was much too late to go get either of them. Upon glancing around, though, Jacob did notice that there were some pretty petals nearby. But, wouldn’t it have been too obvious that he just randomly picked them? And what if she was allergic? … With those simple insecurities, yet another plan was flushed down the drain.
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More and more ‘ideas’ poured into his head as Jacob stood there, with nothing but the pattering of rain to fill the silence. As he brainstormed, his ideas only seemed to deteriorate in quality. Would she like it if I got the whole café to greet her when she got there? I can’t sing, but… Truthfully, he hadn’t even been able to finish that thought, it was so… so… thoroughly stupid.
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After a while, Jacob cringed, his gaze falling to his feet. With a heavy sigh, his hand found itself on his forehead as he shook his head at himself, disappointed. There was probably a reason why he wasn’t married… After all who in their right mind would want to associate with – let alone date – a man like him? Someone so scary looking, and so socially inept… Frowning, his shoulders slumped. Realistically, that was no way to think – he knew that. But standing here alone in the rain was just… a bit too much. It was hard not to have his spirits dampened, especially with all the horrible failure buzzing about in his head. I’ll bounce back he assured himself, formulating an excuse to feel down for the time, eventually… I think.
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Sighing yet again, the tall man’s eyes flickered upwards for any sign of his date. A few moments after he did, he saw a figure walking towards him. Squinting a little, he saw that it was a light-haired woman in a simple, pale yellow dress with frills. Keeping his eyes on her, he wondered if she was his date. Frowning a little, he realized that there was really no way to be sure, as he hadn’t the slightest clue what she looked like. Still though, unconsciously Jacob’s eyes were fixed on the woman as she continued to walk towards him. And when she did, he became more aware of two things: for one, her hair was not only light-coloured but white. Yet she was not an old woman by any means, so this was quickly intriguing. Then, secondly, he noted (more obviously) that she was without an umbrella or any other form of protection from the weather. She didn’t seem to be all too happy about it either, as she appeared to be rushing forward towards the café. Had the rain been a bit lighter and his observing a bit sharper, he most likely would have noticed that she sped up more as she drew close to him. However he simply took this, as well as her expression, as displeasure from the rain.
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Jacob took a hesitant step forward. He was afraid of missing his date, but he couldn’t just let a woman who was probably not too happy about the rain just walk by while he had an umbrella. He had to at least offer, right? So, after a moment of further hesitance and contemplation, he turned to the woman and called out to her. “Want help?” He held out his umbrella a bit, taking another step towards her. Then, after a slight pause, he simply added, “… Miss?” Still frowning slightly, he held out the umbrella a bit more, hoping that it was obvious what he wanted to help with. Though, somehow, he quickly felt unsure if that was enough, and moved it out further again, this time extending his arm completely. Then, just to emphasize his offer even more, he tilted his head a little, the rain now pouring onto him as he stood in the rain. It was only then that he realized the combination of their proximity and his arm length was enough so that, with the latter fully extended, he was already holding it out over her. Which sort of, you know… defeated the purpose of offering help… didn’t it?
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It was times likes these that she missed James, oftentimes she had a harder time being frightened when her husband was by her side. Or anyone at all, for that matter. Even Toby would be a comfort. Sometimes having someone you knew by your side was a grounding presence, so her imagination didn’t get away from her. Like it was doing, oh, right now actually. The man could be anyone for all she knew—a murderer, a runaway convict, a mime. The rain and her own averted gaze prevented her from seeing much about him. He couldn’t really be a criminal, could he? The island was safe for the most part, she had heard of a few pickpockets and perhaps a burglary in her time here. There was always the exception, and they did have their share of strange people here. The only one that jumped immediately to mind was Zen, the frail-looking man that she had met when she had first gotten here.<br><br>

He had been a little... off, as awful as it was for her to think that. Sparrow didn’t know if it was the smile, like he knew something that you did not, or the very delicate way he had of holding himself. The good news was, whoever this mystery man was, he was not Zen. Much too tall.<br><br>

So consumed in her thoughts and mild paranoia, Sparrow had almost forgotten the rain. It was funny, how thoughts of thieves and criminals could assuage your grumpiness over the weather. In comparison the rain was a trifling thing. ”Want help?” the voice made her freeze in place. He surely wasn’t talking to her, was he? She took a fleeting glance around the street, only to find they were the only ones there. Hm. Apparently they were the only two souls stupid enough to go walking about in the rain.<br><br>

She turned on her heels, blinking the rain out of her eyes. “Oh, em...” Sparrow bit her lower lip, and with her hand mopped back the bangs that stuck to her forehead. Her hair was going to be a mess, now. Her eyes flickered from the man to the umbrella, taking a moment for the whole situation to click within the woman’s head. “Oh!” This might the Obsidian equivalent to asking someone if they wanted a ride, it was funny how quickly Sparrow had adapted to the lack of cars. Back in England she mostly just took the bus or the underground if she wanted to get around, never allowed in her father’s car unless the need rose. She flushed, this was the man she just thought was a robber, and now this? Perhaps it was God trying to teach her a lesson about judging people, or something. That would be what she would do if she were God, anyway.<br><br>

Sparrow glanced over her shoulder, in the direction of the cafe. Well, this wouldn’t slow her advance too much. Her date could wait a minute or so. “Yer heading to the cafe, right?” she asked. She became suddenly aware of the lack of rain pouring down from above, and with a quick lift of her chin, saw that he had already made up his mind on whether or not he was helping her. A small smile quirked her lips. “Er, that’d be a great help. Thanks.”<br><br>

Of course, she didn’t want to go too slowly. “I’m meetin’ someone, so...” where was she going with that again? “Shall we?”





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Speaking out… had been hard. So, Jacob had to say he was quite happy that the woman heard him on the first go. He really, really wasn’t sure if he would be able to call out to her again without faltering even more. Though… he had to say, the way she stopped suddenly, and then glanced about sent a feeling of unease wafting into him. Um, er, did he do something wrong?
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Jacob stood somewhat awkwardly, worries piling into his head like children into a van while he awaited the woman’s response. The rain continued to pour down on him, but it was the brief silence between them that seemed to bother him more. With each moment that passed without word, the anxiety grew inside of him. Did he do something wrong…? Er… or maybe he just didn’t say enough…? He scratched the side of his head sheepishly, at a complete loss. Thankfully though, the woman finally spoke – sort of. “Oh, em…” There was another pause. She pushed her drenched hair back. Looked from him, to the umbrella. And then, “Oh!” Relief. His worries rushed out of him, like water being tipped out of a bucket. He breathed a quiet sigh, feeling much more relaxed.
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He was silent now, but he was comfortable in it as he watched the woman cast her gaze over towards the café. She had just been thinking, then? Whew… I guess I overreact sometimes, Jacob thought, a bit embarrassed at himself. Now that his mind was free from its slew of worries, he was more aware of the rain that pelted him from above. And so he quickly found himself eagerly awaiting the woman’s response, as he would feel quite bad if his date had to sit with a wet dog, to boot. Thus, he was thankful when the woman finally spoke. “Yer heading to the café, right?” She glanced up, noticing the umbrella, then sent a small smile his way - a gesture that further eased his anxieties. “Er, that’d be a great help. Thanks.” Jacob gave a small nod in response, the corner of his mouth tightening in a teeny tiny grin.
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I’m meetin’ someone, so... Shall we?” The tall man gave another nod, agreeing with her. Well, maybe he’d change his plan and wait for his date back in the café. Or maybe he’d come back. Surely it wouldn’t take too long to go in and then return, right? In any case, he had to commit to this for the time. For starters he moved under the umbrella himself, making sure not to move it from over the woman. Jacob did have to hold it a little higher, though, so he could get his head underneath too. After looking down at the woman to make sure she was still covered, he began to walk.
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Hm… she was meeting someone? I wonder… could she…? He wrinkled his nose a bit. It was possible, but what were the chances? Lots of people probably met up at the café, after all. Hm… In any case, it didn’t hurt to ask something, right? This was a chance to practice making conversation for his date, so why not take it? … Well, for one, he wasn’t sure what exactly to start off talking with. Er, maybe… their names? That might be good. It was a normal start – right? – and if by some coincidence she was Sparrow, then… well, he was in luck. The only problem was, well, actually getting it out. He was never good with introductions, especially not without some kind of prompting.
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Yet somehow, after some hesitation and thought, he managed to squeeze something out. “Er… I’m Jacob,” he said, glancing down at her briefly. “… by the way.” Granted, it was something awkward but… what else could be expected, after all?
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Sparrow took a deep breath, she could feel the rain sliding down her forehead, her having given up on wiping her brow dry a few moments ago. Still, it was that annoying prickling sensation where you just had to swipe at the water rolling down your face, and the more you thought about it the more you wanted to just be rid of it. Christ, she swore to herself, giving in and patting her brow with her comparatively dry hand. Not that it did much good, her wet bangs simply dripped more water and she was right back where she began.<br><br>

Perhaps if she had been paying more attention, she would have noticed that this man looked a lot like what her date was supposed to look like. Very tall, much taller than her at her mere five foot and a half. In fact from down here he looked a wee bit threatening, like some giant looming over her. It was probably the eyes, narrow and cold, they weren’t exactly inviting. But such a pretty colour, she noted, blinking, [/i]shame, really. Maybe if he smiled...[/i] For whatever reason, Sparrow always saw the eyes first when she looked straight at a person. They were supposed to be the windows to the soul, or so the saying went. She always figured that it was because her eyes were so bloody boring, a dingy and unremarkable brown.<br><br>

He wasn’t much of a talker, Sparrow could only nod her head with his and take a tentative step forward. She could always appreciate some quiet, though to be honest, with living alone and all she got plenty of that already. Thank God for Toby or she’d be in complete solitude whenever she wasn’t working. That was secretly one of the reasons she signed up for this blind date thing. Loneliness, it could drive a person to do crazy things. It didn’t even matter if the guy was compatible with her romantically, just a friend would be nice. For a moment she allowed the silence to persist, letting the rain take over her thoughts, and her mind simply blanked.<br><br>

A few seconds later she was tired of it, and opened her mouth to speak, only to have him beat her to the punch. Jacob...? That name—wasn’t that her date’s name? It was something Biblical, and had a J. Unfortunately, holy men were fond of their j names. Jacob, Joseph, Job, John, Judas... Jesus. “Please to meet ye,” she said, looking up and smiling. At the very least, despite the awkward situation, she knew how to smile on the spot. Waitressing did that to a girl, it seemed. “I’m Sparrow.”<br><br>

There was a chance this was her date, maybe she should go for it. What harm would there be? It wasn’t as if this was a small island, and the chances of them running into each other after making right fools of themselves was ridiculously high or anything. ... Right? Swallowing, she said, “Ye wouldn’t ‘appen to be Jacob Lo, would ye? I’m supposed to be meeting ‘im fer a... date...” She really should have invested in a secret handshake or asked him to wear a big name tag. It would make this a great deal easier.<br><br>

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Please to meet ye,” the woman replied, turning her gaze up at him with a smile. “I’m Sparrow.”
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Well… huh. Sparrow. Was that her real name? He had to wonder. People often named their children odd things – direct translations of Chinese names came out as a bit eccentric in English, for one – but… sometimes people donned nicknames for themselves. Jacob wrestled with this idea briefly, wondering to himself if it would be too rude to directly ask. Was such a thing impolite? He really wasn’t too sure… It certainly didn’t seem like it was, however occasionally he was surprised by how other people took questions. Uh… hm…
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Ye wouldn’t ‘appen to be Jacob Lo, would ye?” Jacob held his gaze steady on the path ahead as Sparrow began speaking, his eyes only darting towards her (and at top speed, too!) upon hearing his name. He stared, rather bewildered at the white-haired woman. So… so, his plan had worked? Waiting out there in the rain for his date actually… not failed? If possible, his stunned silence grew only deeper as Sparrow confirmed this without any doubt: “ I’m supposed to be meeting ‘im fer a… date…
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… How about that. “Yeah,” he managed to reply, his head bobbing gently. “That’s me.” The tall man blinked at the woman, blue eyes lingering for a moment before they jumped away. Warmth rose to his cheeks, the uncomfortable tingling of self-consciousness suddenly seeping into his body like poison. S-So, did this mean their date was starting? Jacob gulped, thankful to the rain that covered up the sound of his sudden anxiety. What did he talk about now? Biting his lower lip, he glanced between Margaret and the café to which they drew ever closer. I… think I’ll wait…, the man decided, sinking into himself slightly. He’d take this walking time to think of some kind of script for himself… though; he couldn’t say he was happy about having to do so. Wouldn’t it just be so much nicer if he just knew what to say without having to make such a big deal out of it?
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It would. But he couldn’t. So, as he walked along in the rain, silence hanging between them, he thought. As usual though, it didn’t seem like nearly enough time as he soon found himself at the café’s doors. With one hand he opened the door and held it open for his date to walk through. Jacob shifted himself so that his leg held it open, and he could twist his torso slightly to close his umbrella away from the interior. Once it was done he shook it off slightly – in vain, he soon noted – and stepped inside after Sparrow, soaked. With a quiet sigh he walked up to the waitress and nodded somewhat uneasily at her. “I’m back,” he said. Did she remember him? Probably – it hadn’t been that long ago that he had asked to reserve a table.
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The girl nodded, flashing a professionally perky smile as she led them over to their table. “Right this way,” she said cheerfully as she flounced along. Jacob silently trailed along, mindful of allowing his date to walk in front of him. Once the waitress led them to their table, leaving them with two menus and a promise to be back, he glanced at one of the chairs. “Here,” he said to her, taking it and pulling it out. He stared at her for a moment, though his eyes dropped to the chair’s seat once he met hers. Ugh, it had been so long since he’d been on a date – or any other formal one-on-one meeting – with a woman. Was he doing this correctly? It was clear enough what he wanted, right?
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It probably was, and he knew that. But the moment the thought entered his head, so did uncertainty. So, hesitantly, he raised his eyes. Though as he spoke, Jacob found himself unable to meet her eyes again. Embarrassment seemed to repel him from doing so, like the similar poles of two magnets. Thus he was left to awkwardly mumble, “Sit… please.”
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