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Believe it or not—and Sarah herself often finds it hard to believe—this is not the first time that Sarah Helena King has been forced into speed dating. It is, however, the first time that she has been in the midst of farm work and then suddenly transported into speed dating. That most certainly had not happened before; even when she'd closed her eyes and woken up somewhere else which was largely due to blows to the head there had been no speed dating on the other side.
There's dirt smudged on her face, which isn't the case in her Omni profile. There's also a Mallen streak of white hair on the left side of her head, which was carefully hidden somehow in the shared photo. She hasn't noticed the profile, technology not being her thing, though she will as soon as she's prompted to acknowledge her "date"s. Her hands are also a little dirty, soil under her nails.
Otherwise, the photo is as accurate as the details, which is to say: good if not very precise.
And she is, at least, cheerful.
"Hi," is delivered sociably, if not too brightly, to her companion in friendly duress. "Sorry about the—dirt—"
Speed Dating with Sarah [open]
Believe it or not—and Sarah herself often finds it hard to believe—this is not the first time that Sarah Helena King has been forced into speed dating. It is, however, the first time that she has been in the midst of farm work and then suddenly transported into speed dating. That most certainly had not happened before; even when she'd closed her eyes and woken up somewhere else which was largely due to blows to the head there had been no speed dating on the other side.
There's dirt smudged on her face, which isn't the case in her Omni profile. There's also a Mallen streak of white hair on the left side of her head, which was carefully hidden somehow in the shared photo. She hasn't noticed the profile, technology not being her thing, though she will as soon as she's prompted to acknowledge her "date"s. Her hands are also a little dirty, soil under her nails.
Otherwise, the photo is as accurate as the details, which is to say: good if not very precise.
And she is, at least, cheerful.
"Hi," is delivered sociably, if not too brightly, to her companion in friendly duress. "Sorry about the—dirt—"