Gūnther-Klaus opened the door to the resturant that he had been told to come to by his friends Lola and Labyrinth. Apparently they were setting him up with somebody that he didn't know which made him a bit nervous. He moved swiftly to a table by the window and placed his journal underneath his chair. The son of Veritas was wearing a light blue t-shirt along with, Vans at his feet, and a pair of black jeans. He tapped the table a bit, his ADHD not allowing him to sit still. After about a few seconds, the dark haired Demigod pulled his journal out from under his chair and turned to the next clean page to start writing down his thoughts.
Dear Journal,
Why on Terra's green Earth did I decide to agree to do this? I mean it isn't like I'm disparate or anything like that and I wouldn't classify myself as a lonely person. Although it would be nice to meet someone with my common interest for law and such, but it isn't a must.
He stopped, bitting the tip of pen as he looked around the resturant for any signs of his fellow Roman warrior 'buddies'. GK shrugged before adding on last thing for his entry.
Who knows? This might turn out good.
Dear Journal,
Why on Terra's green Earth did I decide to agree to do this? I mean it isn't like I'm disparate or anything like that and I wouldn't classify myself as a lonely person. Although it would be nice to meet someone with my common interest for law and such, but it isn't a must.
He stopped, bitting the tip of pen as he looked around the resturant for any signs of his fellow Roman warrior 'buddies'. GK shrugged before adding on last thing for his entry.
Who knows? This might turn out good.