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Dr Danny Castellano ([personal profile] so_catholic) wrote2015-07-05 01:25 am
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[for Mindy]


"Oh boy..."

The tie just won't sit straight. Why is he even wearing one? His Ma is nowhere to be seen and it's not like he's at a funeral. Though staring at himself in the bathroom's mirror and failing in the simple task of even straightening his own tie does kind of make him want to throw himself in front of the nearest moving vehicle.

He's wearing it for Mindy, he tells himself, passing the heel of his hand across his forehead to stave off the sweat. Shirt, tie, smart blazer, dark jeans. Nothing too fancy, so she knows there's room for improvement, but nice enough for her to realize he's made an effort.

They have been on hundreds of dates before, he can see that now, but back then, neither of them had acknowledged the time spent together as that. A date. Suddenly they slap a name on what they're doing and Danny finds himself heading straight for the bathroom almost as soon as they'd sat down at their table. He had brought Mindy somewhere a little upmarket because surely that's the way to make this thing they've started, this new aspect of their relationship, official? Judging by the way his stomach is twisted in knots, however, he would much rather be chilling on the couch with her in scrubs, eating dry chicken nuggets and watching whatever crap she'd chosen to torture him with on any given night.

Taking a deep breath, he checks his watch, mentally calculating how long he's been in here. Fingers that are usually so nimble tug at the loop around his neck with renewed speed, undoing it for the third time just so he can retie it again.
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[personal profile] beyoncepadthai 2015-07-05 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's far from the first time that Mindy's had to seriously consider whether her date has fled out the back, an act she's been guilty of more than once in her years of awful dating experience.

Danny, though, she's really hoping that she's wrong about.

Scanning over a menu she's memorised at this point for the thousandth time, Mindy straightens the hem of her (slightly festive) dress, glancing over her shoulder again. He'd picked the place, so if he's unhappy with his choice she's positive that doesn't fall on her.

Maybe he's just really sweaty. That happens kind of a lot.

She waves down a waiter after a few more moments of waiting, already having finished both Danny's and her bread. If he's expecting her to be ladylike and save herself for a salad, he's wooing the wrong girl.

"More complimentary bread, please, sir."