Krymzon was laying the table when she remembered the restaurant she was to go to for supper.

She paused, shock overcoming her, her hand went slack dropping the bunch of cutlery she was holding.

The clatter of the utensils on the floor brought her back to her senses.

Bending down and picking up the knives and forks, she huffed loudly.

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After explaining her worries to her parents, Krymzon went off to play her favourite game on the PS3.

She had just won a race on the highest speed class when her sister came home from work and plomped down on the sofa beside her.
"Do you want to borrow some of my make up for tonight?"

Krymzon shook her head, "No, if I'm going to be matched up, I'd rather they knew what I looked like."

Her sister nodded and explained her day to Krymzon and then when off to do her own thing.

Before long it was time to go.
Krymzon put on her pale green checked shirt, (her mother would prefer if it was called a blouse), straightened her cuffs and her collar and tied her brown hair back into a tight, neat ponytail.

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After being dropped off by the bus, Krymzon walked down to the restaurant, it was about ten minutes from the bus stop but she didn't mind, she liked walking. Loved the outdoors.

Once she got there she was asked what food style and sexuality she was.

"Hello, Miss Phire, what type of food do you prefer?
And so we can match you up just right, would you mind saying your sexuality?"

"Hello. I prefer Italian or junk.
And I'm bisexual." Krymzon was shaking, her right hand more so that the rest of her body.

This is very intimidating. I don't like the yellow lights, too dull.

Krymzon liked lights that were white or dim. Very bright light made her sneeze and it hurt her eyes, so she had to wear shades all the time she was outside.

She was shown to her table and sat there, it was in a little room and there was only one table there. Hers.

Krymzon was left for a bit, so the organisers could find a match for her.

When left alone, she scanned the room for information.

Walls are pale blue, grainy texture.

Ceiling is white, flat surface.
Flooring is lament, looks like wood, but is plastic.

Door to the left, one on the right slightly behind me. That's the one I came in through.

Lights on the walls are white, phew, and are in white semicircle shades with silver cones at the base.

Table is round, covered by white cloth.

After Krymzon had filed this information away in her brain, she moved on to an escape route from the room.

Just in case, just in case...