Roslin’s always early when she doesn’t mean to be. She orders one of those strong mojitos as soon as she sits down, and sips it compulsively. It’s cold going down, cold enough to make her teeth ache, but she isn’t a habitual drinker - that warm feeling is quick enough to show. Thankfully it’s dark enough in here to hide that red flush that creeps up her neck when she drinks. She isn’t sure why she’s nervous. Isn’t this just to satisfy your curiosity? And she knows she looks good. Long, dark hair brushed until it gleams, that combination of short floral dress and leather jacket that will always speak to her, and those heels that kill her already tortured feet but always work.
She won’t even admit it to herself, but this is the first real date she’s ever been on, the first time she actually hopes he’ll call her back afterward. And she isn’t even sure what mad impulse led her to set it up. You don’t actually want to make your father happy, do you? No, this is for her. To see what life is like outside her closed-off space. To see if something can happen. Roslin taps the screen of her phone - still fifteen minutes to go - and counts back from one hundred, the way she used to before she took the stage. She’ll be calm before Edmure finds her table. Her large brown eyes scan the crowd for a glimpse of red hair, and she finds herself smiling when she spots him a few moments later, still early yet.
Edmure decided to be early, and he is, but as he steps into Inamo and takes in the atmosphere, he sees Roslin, here already, fiddling with her phone. He’s not quite sure what to do - he’d bet on being able to sit and look impressive and whatnot before she came in, but he can’t do that now. He’s got to regroup, think of a new strategy, something - he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. Edmure’s had plenty of women, but he’s not one for dates - he takes them straight to bed, and only after getting drunk as a skunk. This whole thing is rather new to him.
He hopes that he can nonchalantly walk over to her, but no, she sees him. Her eyes are confused for a moment, but then they seem to beckon him over.
Nice eyes, he thinks, she’s pretty, very pretty.
Edmure looked her up on Facebook before responding to her email, but he learned from experience that girls don’t always look like their profile pictures in real life. Roslin does, though.
He realizes that he’s been standing in the same place for a good thirty seconds, looking like a complete idiot, staring into Roslin’s general direction. To make up for it, he crosses the remaining distance quite quickly.
When he reaches her, he means to say, “Can I buy you a drink?” but it comes out as “Hi.”