The Second Date

[wipeawaythedebt]

The first date, as he's getting used to calling it, went pretty well. They talked, had a few drinks, and he kindly escorted Emma home again. All in all, a good night. So why is he so much jumpier tonight. Wasn't like he didn't know the woman, wasn't like he had anything to prove or hell, even be ashamed of. Taking an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, he should be right as rain. After all, it's been awhile and it wasn't like he'd taken any vows of celibacy.

Still, as he stands at her door with a small bunch of daisies in his hand, clean shirt and jeans and a freshly shaved face, he finds his heart pounding and his head spinning. He's not a good man, he's got no reason to expect anything. No reason to think she should spend time with him, or him with her.

Fuck it, she invited him. He's thinking too much.

He knocks on the door.

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[notinanybook]

As first dates go, theirs had been - very nice. She'd gone into it not knowing what to expect, but she'd left him at the end of the night fully believing the old adage of chivalry alive and well. It had seemed only natural to bring up the subject of a second date, and she finds that she's actually excited when he agrees to the idea. This time, though, she wants to bring the conversation inside, give the two of them a chance to pursue topics beyond the superficial and the getting-to-know-you.

She's hardly a cook, but she can spring for some pretty impressive dinner to be delivered from one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and she's leaving it to warm in the oven while she waits. The sound of a knock at the door briefly jars her from her thoughts, and she remembers to check over her appearance in the hallway mirror before she moves to greet him, combing fingers through her hair and smoothing her dress briefly.

When the door opens, she smiles at the sight of him standing on the other side, flowers in hand, and she steps in close to greet him. "Hi."