Vincent Nightray didn’t take too long to get himself ready – fifteen minutes, at the most. A quick shower, then he got dressed and brushed and tied his golden hair down. He thought of braiding it so he would look more handsome to her (Jack had his hair braided, so it’s just natural that braided hair is more beautiful), but alas, he is unfamiliar with the art of braiding hair, and Echo was far away busy with an errand Vincent himself ordered her to do so. Keeping his mane tied down would have to do for the moment. There wasn’t much thought on the clothes he combined, but it seemed to work perfectly nonetheless – and Vincent himself believed that women would like him in whatever clothing he chose. Because it was as simple as that.
While he actually arrived there in time because it was simply socially expected for him to do so, even if he had to wait, there were no expectations at all on having the woman to be on time as well. It had never happened, not once in his whole dating life. The blond brought a book to himself too. Not because he actually planned to read it – to tell you the truth, he has not even read the title of the series he randomly picked up from Elliot’s shelf. Holy Knight, by chance, but it didn’t matter, really. Practically anything he read would make him sleepy. The book is only there to speed the process up and by doing so, making the waiting process less tedious. Hopefully it would take her less than two hours as the table reservations for the restaurant wouldn’t wait that long.
Knock Knock.It was all ready for her, whenever she got ready. The carried, being pulled by two energetic stunning gypsy vanner mares didn’t seem as it could wait a minute more, though the blond had gone to the date with a lot of patience to wait. But it would be great that she actually got ready in the time, as it would give him more time to go on with his conquering.
As soon as the Nightray was making his initial entrance into the Vessalius manor, Ada’s handmaiden was coming back up to her room to tell her as such. The blonde hadn’t gotten that comfortable and seated with her book, not for that long a time anyway; five minutes at most. Not that she was complaining in the least, far from it. She could read the book whenever she had some free time, a date with Vincent took precedent.
She’d be bounding rather quickly down the stairs, stopping the momentum in plenty of time though that she was merely walking into the foyer, all smiled, composed and collected but still visibly eager nonetheless.
“Hello again. I’m ready whenever you are~”
Ada was excited to see where Vincent decided on for them to do dinner at, but she was more excited about the stargazing if she was going to be honest with herself. Innocent Ada was looking for some alone time where it was just the two of them, uninterrupted conversations, everything. She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she was hoping perhaps he’d kiss her again. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that he had, but the feeling she got in her chest when he did, it just brought her further into his web and around his little finger. The Vessalius wasn’t necessarily anxious to hustle through the date, but that was what she was most excited for.