Entry#: 099
Date: 15 - 06 - 818 AS @ 21:59 SUT
Title: Untitled.
That's not gone at all well.
Without thinking a great deal, I flew back to Stuttgart in my Wraith with the intention of going through Omega-7 in search of clues about what happened there.
What actually happened involved setting up a date with a complete stranger whose name I don't even know. I don't even know what he looks like. The only thing that identifies him is his ship, a build I've never seen before; and his flattery.
It's supposed to be at 8pm tomorrow at Freeport 1. I have to go, at least to apologise for getting the guy's hopes up.
How did I let myself get tricked into this?
Honestly... picking up a pregnant woman.. Well; I suppose in his defence I very much doubt he has any idea who I am. I wonder if he'll actually turn up or if he's like me in enjoying flirting for the sake of flirting, in which case he's long since forgotten about me. If I do get stood up, at least, it'll be a load off my shoulders. But I intend on staying true to my words in being at Freeport 1 tomorrow.
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