“Rune?” Yes, he was tall, everyone at the table noticed. She waved her fingers in his direction and stood up to greet him. He looked great, rather sharp! One had to wonder though, where did he shop for his tux? Or was it custom made for him? With the amusing thought, Sarah smiled and nods at his direction.Her dress was a black number, rather form fitting satin piece that had a shawl to come over her naked shoulders. “Thank you for coming,” she motioned to a seat next to her as the others smiled and nodded at her guest, welcoming him with a lift of wine glasses. Some were still shocked from his height, but soon dismissed as they returned to speaking in groups.
Sarah had a black folder in front of her, which she had slid over to him. It had the two tickets she promised and the sketch. But the sketch was not a profile of a human, but it had scales drawn in along his neck, working its way up his jawline and cheek. His eyes were drawn with intense shadows, dangerously narrowed.
“No problem.” He came over pulling out his seat to sit down while smiling at her, then giving a nod to everyone.
He picked up the folder she pushed over to him, opening it and looking at the picture inside. Half wondering if she had some form of Sight. “Thanks. That’s pretty good.” He closed the folder back and smiled at her, catching the contrast between red hair and back cloth as he did.
“I did it rather quickly, I bring my my pencils and sketchbook with me when I travel.” She leaned over and whispered, “I thought you might like it, I hope I captured you well.” Sarah saw the world differently from others, though it was something shameful for her to admit.
Straightening herself up, she passes the menu over to him, and points to his empty glass. "Some of them already have placed their orders, I figure I would wait for you. Also, the wine is exquisite, and this is coming from a gal that doesn’t drink much,“
