To say he was nervous would be an understatement. Owen thought it safe to say that he was positively shaking with 'fear'. Sure he had been on thousands of dates, which is not an exaggeration. What he felt whilst he dated other women, was nothing to what he was experiencing right now, at the sheer thought of this date with Toshiko Sato.
The strongest emotion he felt at this exact moment was stupidity at having been so clueless for the past few years. When he found the time to think about it, he came to the conclusion that he would have had to have been a Raxacoroicofallapatorian to have not realised Toshiko's feelings for him.
Owen liked to think that he wasn't clueless; but that the actual reason for his obliviousness was the barriers he had protected himself with after the death of his fiancée Katie. He tried to shake the thoughts of his ex-fiancée from his mind. He was about to go on a date, now was not the time to be thinking of Katie!
Owen stood in front of his full length mirror. He was very handsome, if he may say so himself. He had decided to wear a purple stripped dinner shirt with black trousers. His hair gelled appropriately. He checked the time. 7:40pm.
"Shit, I'm going to be late".
A/N—
Sorry! I know, another short chapter. The rest are proberly going to be like this as well. Up until the characters meet up, each chapter is going to be wrote from one point of view. Please bare with me I know I am terrible. Thank you faithful companion