Who liked blind dates? Well, not Eliza.
Talk about acting out of character, she had to actually be forced and argued with before she chose going out that night over staying in. Why? A good friend told her that SHE knew someone who would be, in Julie's words: 'freaking perfect' for her. Yeah, she's never seen it, never believed it, never thought there was anyone perfect out there for Eliza Beecham. Why would there be, only to get disappointed when they left?
Okay, maybe she's a little bitter. That's what a horrible breakup could do to a person.
She'd been with her former boyfriend, Tristan, for weeks. Yes, he was always great, considerate… often kind, but suddenly she noticed that sometimes he seemed distracted, not happy, uncaring. And when she noticed those things, of course she noticed, too, that he didn't seem so keen to go out, or he'd work later than usual. It was odd when he was always the kind to like going out, visiting with their friends, having parties… anything to show her off. At least in the beginning, anyway.
So as time went on, she got more and more paranoid. Okay, who wouldn't? She wasn't stupid, so she confronted him… and then found out the truth. He was cheating, he had been for a while, and… it was over. She kicked him out of their apartment and threw a hissy fit, ripping a few of his nice suits to shreds (since he loved them more than her, obviously)… just before collapsing entirely.
She left him that night, moved out of their apartment, crawled to Julie's place and over a pint of Strawberry Haagen Dasz, compared him to Emperor Palpatine and said he'd used Force Lightning on her heart. Yeah, she was shattered, broken, and was for a while… and in fact, didn't want to meet anyone else, didn't want to go out, visit, anything. No parties, no dates, nothing. She wasn't interested in getting hurt again.
But that night, Julie finally worked on her, told her that this guy she knew, he was kind, warm, smart… and that he'd get her better than anyone else. She even guaranteed that she would at least make friends with him… if not be asked out by him. Eliza asked why, Julie clammed up, and that's what did it.
Eliza was twice as curious as any cat, and her friend knew it. So… that's why she dressed up in her favourite white dress, let Julie do her hair… and that evening showed up at her favourite outdoor Italian place. The reservations were for 7 but she showed up fifteen minutes early, making her nervous.
But she was ushered to a table, and as she sat down, she turned her face away from the front of the restaurant and sighed. She wasn't feeling very hopeful even if she was so curious about what it could mean, what her friend said. What is it about this guy that made him so special?
If this doesn't work, I'm getting a cat.