My friends have always // open+Typhoon blind date event // been the best of me

[melantha]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]The arrival of so many people make Melantha uncomfortable, which is made obvious by how she so visibly clams up. The girl is grateful for both pierce and Jacob's kind words and offers to help, but she only manages an awkward smile in response. She can feel everyone's eyes on her. Her ear's twitch, hyper-aware of everyone's breathing. All the strange sights and smells... Her heart thunders in her chest. She feels like running. Despite how overwhelmed she feels, Mel is aware when Killua approaches her. In a normal situation, his familiar presence would calm her. But this is not a normal situation. This is a blind dating event. And, for some reason, she feels even more embarrassed when he approaches her. Mel laughs awkwardly. "Uh, yeah, I don't do well in crowds," like it isn't already obvious? "But I know this is important to Jacob so showing up is the least I can do. It won't kill me...I think." When Killua is distracted by London, Melantha feels a little annoyed. Not a lot, just a small amount. But it is enough to catch her attention. She is confused by the reaction, but writes it off as her latching onto him for moral support.

Being illiterate is frustrating, especially when she so desperately wants to know what Killua put on his card. She hopes they can get paired together so she doesn't have to meet someone strange and new. Yeah...that's why. Melantha only realizes that she has spaced out after Jacob announces the pairs. Dammit! She can't believe that she wasn't paying attention. Now she has to go up to Jacob all by herself and pray to the Maker that there is someone left to pair her with. In all honesty, it would not surprise her if she was the odd man out. "Jake?" she calls out in a soft voice, low enough so that only he can hear her as she nervously approaches. "R--Uh--Either is fine with me, if I can still participate." If it were physically possible for her to sweat, Mel would be drenched. She almost slipped and said "romantic," but she caught herself. It is what she wants, but she is far too uncomfortable to come outright and say it. She has always been a bit of a romantic, but she would rather die than to admit it.