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betterthanaplan) wrote2020-12-11 09:35 am
betterthanaplan) wrote2020-12-11 09:35 am
Luke's, Friday after hours
In an attempt to feel less like their new "space" arrangement was actually a break-up in disguise, Duke and Octavia were having a date tonight.
At Duke's closed down diner. Look, restaurants that were open to the public were not for everyone, okay?
He'd busted his ass to make the place look a little less diner-y and a little more romantic. Most of the tables had been cleared aside and the whole place was lit by candle light, scattered across every surface. He'd made a meal heavy on the fruit, with salmon and pineapple kabobs and Caribbean confetti rice and pan-fried banana for dessert. The champagne cocktails were maybe a bit overboard for a "first date", but Duke didn't care.
Look, he only gave his romantic side free reign on rare occasions. When it happened, he went all out, okay?
[for the one!]
At Duke's closed down diner. Look, restaurants that were open to the public were not for everyone, okay?
He'd busted his ass to make the place look a little less diner-y and a little more romantic. Most of the tables had been cleared aside and the whole place was lit by candle light, scattered across every surface. He'd made a meal heavy on the fruit, with salmon and pineapple kabobs and Caribbean confetti rice and pan-fried banana for dessert. The champagne cocktails were maybe a bit overboard for a "first date", but Duke didn't care.
Look, he only gave his romantic side free reign on rare occasions. When it happened, he went all out, okay?
[for the one!]
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The cure for her panic was to feel as close to him as she could.
And, well. Their dinner was doomed to get cold.