Nathaniel waits outside of the Mexican restaurant as it starts to get closer to the agreed upon time. In his attempt to not be late, he ended up getting here a bit early. He got here about twenty minutes early and sat in his car for ten before getting out to stand near the entrance. It actually feels a little odd to be meeting Taraga after denying him all this time. After dodging Taraga's attempts to make some sort of plans with him, it feels weird to be standing here and waiting for him. Maybe this whole thing'll end up being a mistake or maybe it won't. Maybe they should've just stuck to texting or maybe not. Only one way to find out.
Despite saying that he had to finish getting ready, he doesn't look much different than he did in the pictures he sent to Taraga. A few more rings, some earrings (two in each ear), a long black jacket and his hair is a little more styled than it was. Hands in his jacket pockets, Nate leans back against the outer wall of the restaurant, watching every person who walks up or walks past.
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Despite saying that he had to finish getting ready, he doesn't look much different than he did in the pictures he sent to Taraga. A few more rings, some earrings (two in each ear), a long black jacket and his hair is a little more styled than it was. Hands in his jacket pockets, Nate leans back against the outer wall of the restaurant, watching every person who walks up or walks past.