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Natasha Parks & Dylan Clark

Dylan allowed Wadsworth to lead him away, the prior meeting running through his head. Most definitely not the best date but, in saying that, it could have been much, much worse. He hoped that his next date and him may share some interests, or at least have something to chat about even if they weren't all that compatible. As Wadsworth lead him through the setup of table the destination was soon obvious. A small-framed woman with brown hair. She was cute, yes, but more that fact was noted in a way one may describe a sibling or even a friend, not in the way one would think of someone they wanted to date. Maybe he was overthinking this? It wouldn't surprise him, he did that a lot. Now wasn't a time for that. He slapped on a smile and approached the young woman, giving her a slight wave.

Natasha watched as Christian was led away, quite pleased with how successfully that went. She was sure she'd already found the man that topped her list of this bunch of people. She shook her head slightly. She wasn't usually this rash when it came to choices and thoughts so why was she now? She gave a sigh and shook her head slightly. Looking up she could see another man approaching. Not as tall as her last date, much to Natasha's pleasure. Christian was an amazing date and she was looking forward to getting to know him better, however, he was about a foot taller than her and the less significant height difference was nice. Natasha stood as he approached and gave him a small wave and a gentle smile in return greeting him and shaking his hand as she introduced herself. The pair sat awaiting for the bell. 

It rang.

"Ladies first, tell me a bit about yourself," Dylan says, leaning back in his seat slightly, offering the girl a kind smile.

Natasha smiled in reply before starting. "Well, to start off with, I'm Natasha. Freelance journalist. What about yourself?"

"Nice! I'm sure that's an interesting job! I'm Dylan. I'm a tattoo artist myself, ex-soldier, God knows I'm not smart enough to be a journalist," he chuckles, watching the young woman's soft brown eyes watch him, eyeing him up and down. 

Tattoo artist, that'd be right. Dylan had tattoos covering a very vast majority of his arms and neck. It wasn't that Natasha didn't like tattoos, though she doubted she would ever get one herself, needles made her fidgety, but there's point when it gets a little too much and Natasha felt that was the case with this man, each to their own though. She rests her chin gently on her hands and leans forward, supporting the weight by placing her elbows on the table. "A soldier though, I doubt that wouldn't be interesting. What did you leave?" 

That was a question Dylan was hoping not to hear, at least not so soon on. He finds a sudden interest in the tablecloth as he tries to think of what to say exactly. "It was an injury that stopped me but... it really wasn't a great experience. I prefer to not talk about it."

It seemed Natasha pressed a heartstring a little too hard, she seemed to do that often with the inquisitive ways she had picked up from her job. She downed the want to press him for answers and offered him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry..." she offers not certain whether she was sorry for delving into such a topic, for his injury or the effect it had on him. All three it seemed, when she tried to look into herself enough to know.

The woman in front of him looked sympathetic on the topic and Dylan decided to cut in before he felt too much so. "Really, please, don't. If it wasn't for that injury I would have never met my ex, I guess she was a bit of a mistake but without her I wouldn't have my two beautiful children," he couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Natasha sat up straight abruptly. 

Natasha loved children, just adored them and over the course of the conversation she had grown a lot of respect for the man, being a shoulder and all, but holding his position as father dear earned him more of her respect. "Do you... do you happen to have a picture?" she asks. 

Dylan was more than happy to show Natasha pictures of his children and the two got lost in the conversation it wasn't long before the bell rang again. The pair exchanged farewells as Dylan went to find Wadsworth and allowed the man to lead him to his next table
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