Misty Gray
Pessimisty
James Porter
Chicago, Illinois
~ Saturday 3rd August, 1946 ~
Chicago, Illinois
~ Saturday 3rd August, 1946 ~
James couldn't help but feel like there was something in the air between them and the urge to flirt or compliment her the way she deserved to be complimented was hard to fight. It seemed like Lucy was aware of it too as she let out a nervous laugh and was quick to backtrack on her words in case it sounded like they were on a date. He let out a light chuckle, figuring she was way out of his league. "Oh yeah, the ladies really go for the sexy battle scars," he commented, briefly glancing to the blonde in his passenger seat. "They're just not so keen on greasy burgers."
As soon as they'd ordered and received their burgers, an idea came to James' head. Rather than park up on some street nearby to eat and then drive Lucy straight home, he decided to offer up a suggestion. "You know, if you're not ready to return home so soon, we could go to the pier. There's some summer fair going on and the last few nights they've had fireworks displays going off. We could take a closer look if you don't want to get home too early and have to explain to your family what happened. I can't promise I'll be entertaining, but I'm sure the fair will be."