05-04-2018, 07:09 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]As much as Melantha loved the idea of a wonderfully romantic date with a handsome stranger who would promptly sweep her off her paws, the young female is secretly pleased that she is paired with London. The albino snow leopard is definitely a sweetheart, and although Mel herself is terrible when it comes to small talk, she feels safe around London. Awkward though she might be, the good thing is that she will not feel obligated to be on her guard. Perhaps she can even have fun if things turn out alright. The North American wildcat approaches the meeting point slowly, silently. Luminous olive eyes sweep the area, searching for any sign of London. Unfortunately, it seems that Mel is first. Her heart thunders in her chest, anxiety becoming nigh uncontrollable. What if she is in the wrong place? Did she hear Jacob correctly? Is she sure? The alluring aroma of pasta distracts her, luring her from the bottomless void of her anxieties. Without even hesitating, she serves herself a hearty portion of pasta and meat sauce, feasting on the delicious food. Sure, maybe she should have waited for London, but she is hungry and anxious and bored and no one ever taught her table manners. At least the stuff isn't all over her face.