And The Games I Could Handle, None Are Ones Worth A Candle - RP with <user site="livejournal.com" us

Ford hadn't spoken to his friends in a few days. Other then work and getting set up in Boston he hadn't been up to much. Did he really want to have a no strings relationship? Really? He had been offended and hurt when he realized Jean-Paul had told him no - he even spun it around completely much to the chagrin of both of them.

A break was what he had needed but he was continuing to speak to the same people. He needed variety, he needed - something. After Anna had gave him permission [which, what was that about?] for him to ask her sister to lunch he left her an invitation. He scheduled lunch at Ivy, a restaurant he liked to go to when he had lived in New York. It all seemed so far away, his marriage - Amp, even Jean-Paul...

Pulling on a jacket, he appeared in the mens' room of Ivy, straightening himself out before making his way through the restaurant, to see if Eva had gotten there before him. If not, he'd stand outside like he had just gotten there as well - which he sort of had. He just needed a fresh face, fresh eyes - just...something new. And Eva was sweet and he owed her lunch.

Eva had just arrived at the restaurant in jeans and a dressy pink top, hair curled and pinned back halfway. She looked around and saw Ford, getting on her tiptoes before waving to him. "Ford!" She beamed as she made her way over to him.