Easy for some maybe, but not me.
Sat Nov 30, 2013 19:12

“Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Liam tapped his chin thoughtfully and made a small show of being seemingly indecisive. He knew where he stood on the question and had no doubts about his answer, but he didn’t want to seem eager. If she hadn’t said anything, Liam wouldn’t have considered it a first date. It would have been dinner with a co-worker that wasn’t entirely platonic. The man was cautious though. He hadn’t planned on having anything but a professional relationship with anyone for a while, but Estelle had essentially flipped his world upside down in the course of an evening. He had a feeling, depending on what they became, that she would do that quite often.

Liam wasn’t at all opposed to the idea of a second date with the woman in front of him. In fact, he’d been debating asking her about it when they departed. He hadn’t been sure that she would actually want to, considering the fact that this particular event had been forced. For all Liam knew, Estelle was just being polite in her interest in the conversation. He didn’t doubt that she was genuine, but he couldn’t say that she really cared for his company. In his life, Liam had more than his fair share of people who suffered his company just because he’d had some kind something that the person felt Liam could help them with. Often, Liam would end up figuring that out and making them uncomfortable to the point where whatever they wanted didn’t matter anymore. However, judging by Estelle’s words, that was not the case.

“Can’t say I’m opposed to it either,” He said, looking at Estelle. “I’m sure there’s somewhere on Pearl Street that serves seafood. Or if we decided not to go out, I’d be willing to cook something for us…”

Liam hoped for the second option because he really enjoyed cooking. It had been a pastime that he had come to love when he was young. He’d gone so far as to take several cooking classes while he had been at University and he had to admit they the lessons had paid off. Some people commented on it, claiming that he didn’t need to be able to cook if he had servants for it. Of course, when he didn’t have time for it, the servants did make sure that he was provided with something to eat, but he didn’t like to burden them with that.

All of the people who worked for him in his household had already done so much for him that Liam didn’t like to burden them with stupid trifle like making him food. Since it was something he liked doing, Liam would often dismiss anyone left in his estate by dinner time, sending them off to their families and lives while tending to his own life. Of course a choice few gave him trouble, insisting that he shouldn’t have to bother with it. Each time he would push them gently out the door, reminding them that he was a man who was perfectly capable of fending for himself and that – yes – he would call them if he needed everything. He never did of course. It bothered him that the people were so loyal to him, he felt like they deserved to be loyal to someone who didn’t have a past such as he. Yet, when he had asked if any of them would like to be recommended for another service, each had refused. It almost annoyed Liam that they felt this way and he had taken great pains in getting them to be as casual with him as they could be. He could remember that it had taken the longest time to get the people to stop calling him “master” and even now and then it slipped out. With a house full of maids like that, cooking dinner was often the only peace that Liam had so he preferred it.

“But we can always cross that bridge when we come to it.” Liam set his glass down on the table and ran a hand through his hair. “Any chance I could convince you to go for a walk with me?”

OOC Note: So at this point I leave it up to you. If you wanna reply with what Estelle says/thinks about anything that’d be fine. I figure if they go on the walk, they stroll around Pearl Street for a bit and Liam walks her back to wherever. If not, Liam nods says something about maybe next time and still walks her back to her wherever. Any questions, you know where I’ll be!

  • “Really this was just a way for me to get back on my feet after… something.” Estelle didn’t generally miss very much. Not to say that she ever managed to pick up on all the subtleties of speech; that ... more
    • Easy for some maybe, but not me. — Liam, Sat Nov 30 19:12
      • And this here night's resolvedEstelle, Wed Dec 18 13:39
        Impatient, she twirled her fork between her fingers and tried not to blatantly stare at Liam while waiting for his answer. Perhaps he was just pretending to be hesitant, the thought reminding her of... more
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