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Harriet stared around Café Eros. He had showed up about an hour early for his date, being so nervous that he’d shown up at the wrong time. He had waited for quite a while-till the actual time arrived-but, his worrisome self, wondered quite a lot if he’d found the wrong day or missed his date. Blinking around the room, an expression like a deer in headlights, Harriet wondered quite a bit about all sorts of things, including his outfit.

Today he wore something a little less dressy than usual. He had thought his more fancy clothing would make him seem too stuffy for his date. People on this world seemed to dress down much more often than people where he came from. So there the blonde sat in a new pair of blue jeans that featured a lovely leafy design on the one leg-he found they were at least comfortable-a black t-shirt-bought at the same time as the jeans. Over them, he wore a one of his usual maroon blazers and a matching tophat was perched upon his head. He’d felt almost naked just wearing the t-shirt, jeans, and his black boots. Harriet would have just worn the hat-he was called Hatty for a reason-but it looked utterly out of place without the jacket. He just HAD to match-it was a first impression thing, and he was a bit picky about his clothes matching-and if he had nothing to match his hat-the jeans didn’t really need anything-he’d have gone nuts or had to go without-luckily for him the coat wasn’t too dressy.

Another worried glance around the room, and at the glass of water in front of him, he hoped his date showed up soon. This was insane. He’d been practically forced into going on a date, and he was already quite sure he’d screwed up.

The blonde glanced up from his worrying to stare at the girl. For she was a girl, not only by gender but also by age. He was already ten years her senior by this world’s definition, though where he came from that wasn’t too bad. Smiling nervously at her, Harriet stood to pull out her chair on the other side of the table. He was sooooooo very confused about what to do, but the fact that she was wearing a dress and politeness made him feel pulling out her chair should be a good idea.

“Um, yes. I’m Hatty-er Harriet. Harriet Fenmoore,” he almost turned around and smacked his head on the wall for his stupidity, for forgetting his own first name, “Sorry. More used to my nickname. Very few people call me Harriet these days. You would be Georgina, I take it?”

Her outfit unnerved him a bit. Was he supposed to actually dress up? Oh dear, he should have just come in his normal attire. It would have been more suitable maybe? “I hope I’m not too dressed down. I’ve never been on a date before and didn’t know what was considered proper attire.”

Harriet took his seat once more, eyes closing a bit as he took her in first statement and smiled. “Heh, I know how that one is. I don’t have many friends myself. A few people who associate and work with me, but no real friends persay.”

Her second question caused him to reopen his eyes in curiousity. Harriet’s vision was decent, provided he were actually looking for something, and knew what he was looking for. Actually concentrating on her figure, he saw what his mind had previously bypassed. “Yes, I do believe you are.” The blonde said, furrowing his brows. “Should I be worried about this, or is it normal? I’m not used to this galaxy, or it’s people yet.”

“Oh, no, my brother’s the hermit. He lives in a swamp. I’m just shy. Or so I’m told.” The man muttered, in a semi-thoughtful manner. Bog was a very bad hermit though. Their mother forced him to visit. Bog disliked this greatly and complained about it.

Smiling again, Harriet picked up the small object and held it obligingly. “All right. It’d probably be best if you reminded me though. I have no qualms about returning it, but I’m a tad forgetful.” He didn’t really question the order, he was at least bright enough to figure it had something to do with her being blurry, and it was probably best just to leave it for when she wanted to explain.

“So, what do you do for a living?” the man asked, as they were awaiting their server’s arrival. Work, work was a good subject to start with, right? He at least knew where he was with work.

“Just the one and I rarely see him. Mother may make Bog visit, but she doesn’t care if I visit or not. I’m not quite like the rest of my family so we have our issues of not wanting to see each other. Bog’s the only one I see, every now and again, and I usually only see him when I’m visiting Granny-whose in no way related to me-in the swamp to deliver large orders of candy. I’d have my workers do it but the swamp is dangerous, and Bog at least lets me go through as I’m family and am the only member of our family who doesn’t force contact on him.” Harriet rambled, offhandly. He didn’t much care about discussing his family, he just liked to be accurate about some things.

Her assurance of a reminder about the object she’d handed him was fine, though it did spark one more question. “That sounds fine, but need it be held in my hand, or can I put it in my shirt pocket? It’d get awkward to eat one handed.” He laughed lightly, not a supreme lot, but a bit, at the thought.

“Yes, I own a factory. On this planet, it seems saying that I have a candy factory, and wear top hats, seems to be getting me odd literature based nicknames. There isn’t much work for me anymore. I just design new products and my staff does the rest. I was never a fan of sweets anyway. I just got into the business for familial reasons that I’d prefer not to get into as they’re stupid. It serves it’s purpose of pleasing others, paying the bills, and being an outlet for my creativity, so I can’t complain too much.”