At this point Franzy was pretty sure the waiter was just trying to piss her off even more. How long did it take to poor a glass of wine? She scanned the restaurant for him when another waiter was walking in her direction with someone following behind. She raised a brow as she caught sight of the other man's face. Please let it be him that she was meeting, because then she would at least have a gorgeous face to look at through out the meal. And Bertram was off who knows where flirting with some Hogwarts charity case so she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind her flirting with the guy her mother set her up with. (It wasn't so different). And it was, this wouldn't be a awful afternoon after all.
"Ah call me Franzy, please." she said with a pleasant smile taking a sip of her wine that the waiter dropped off while she was other wise distracted. It was almost scary how fast she could turn her mood around. Besides he was out of the country, it couldn't have been all his fault for being late. "There really is no need to be so formal, Mr. Corner."
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